
Last night, because we could, we drove to Berkeley in the night.

This greasy french fry gave Betsy a sudden burst of late night energy. You'll see.


See. Grease energy. Cell phone microphone. It was sudden, and didn't last long.


We were in a Best Western in Pleasanton by 2:30 in the morning. Today Betsy will tour the Berkeley campus, and I will hock No Age 12"s to the homeless on Telegraph.
Posted by Cali at May 11, 2007 09:57 AM