Sunday, I drove to Zanker Road waste facility aka "dump" to drop off some old carpet and a stinky sofa. On my way there, I passed a huge mega-church that was just letting out. There were so many people that they had police officers out directing traffic.
I was supposed to take a Russian class at noon at the dojo, but the teacher flaked. So we hung out looking up handy phrases on a Russian dating site. Many of the phrases may be correct Russian, but they're terrible game:
When I met you for the first time I understood: it's forever.
I can't live without you.
There's no borders for my love.
After picking up a sofa donated to the Dojo, I stopped at Costco in South San Francisco. Madness! The place was packed. I was also accosted at the end of the checkout to upgrade to the Executive membership. I declined, irritated that they would hold up the line to upsell me. Finally, I went on a date to Plato's in Palo Alto. It's a make your own salad place. Pretty decent salad, but the staff were the friendliest or communicative bunch. Afterwards, we went to Border's and read "Be Here Now" by Ram Dass. LSD: it's a terrible drug.