Listening to Weezer, the blue album, which came out the year I graduated from high school. Last night I picked up A from work and told him how I worked at the software store and my friend T would play that album and sing “Workers are going home!” when his shift ended.
A knew all the words to some of the songs and we sang. I was surprised.
This morning Ming is hiking with friends and I don’t know if we have community lunch.
I found out S wants to go with us to Santa Cruz island, so I will buy more tickets.
