bonafide

I met a cowboy today, he said, "Call me Red. Or, you could call me Mark, but only my Mama calls me Mark, it's my good Christian name." At the cafe by the dentist's office, people were watching the soccer game, and he tall and out of place, spoke in his southern long drawl and gave me his seat, and after some conversation about horses and soccer, and my motorcycle, he told me to come up to his ranch up past Point Reyes where he works his horses... I was amused- his bright yellow and white plaid checkered shirt and big classic floppy cowboy hat bouncing among the laptops and aprons, a city slicker he was not....

Then, I went downtown and got tickets for the big Superman movie on Weds- there'll be 8 of us! I want to get there really early to snag the whole middle of the backmost row, for sure. Bring our own concessions. On the way in, when I was parking my momo on the street, a sweet old black couple pulled up and parked, and as they were hobbling out of their car, asked if I had enough room and then asked how I enjoy this weather, with big smiles on their faces... It was a great random start to the day, Monday...

Got to work, Jason was actually there to my surprise, and the day went by rather quickly... Then got adjusted, rolled, came home to finally grab my honey by the tail and roughhouse till he passed out early, and now I'm watching that western on AMC, (I really have been liking old cowboy flicks lately) and because my head hurts and I know that they all either die or get married, I'm gonnna hit the sack right quick. Yeeap.