Sold some stuff to a talented player for a division rival of the Twins yesterday. He was wearing at least $20,000 in clothing and jewelry. Seemed nice enough, though.

...let's play Hungry Hungry Hippos.

One of my damn wiener friends couldn't get over last night, so I still haven't tried the new batch I brewed. On the upside, I had a single of this to cure the blues. Holy shamoles.

I'm still upset that I had to come back.

My favorite people have moved on from my company and I really need to join them.

You know that feeling where you go back to work after a long vacation and it somehow feels like you never even left? I've got that right now.

I love seeing my LA friends, but they always relentlessly suggest to meto quit my job and then make a plan to do something big. Then I remind them: they don't have kids.

...the party's over. Last day of vacation.

Went to one of the top-rated bars in the world last night. Mind-blowing mixology there, folks.

Alright, time for a road trip. It just occurred to me how much I'm going to miss my daughters.

The obligation-free portion of the vacation.