have bottle, did travel

My first bottle

I bought this bottle sometime in 2004-2008 when J was doing vet school. Originally intended for mixing with coke, it’s level only very slightly decreased over the years. It has traveled with us from Madison, to Buffalo Grove, to NY, back to Madison, and now to it’s final resting place in NC. Over it’s entire lifetime, that means it’s traveled at least 3500 miles.

It’s been quite a journey. I don’t think the bottle changed at all but my taste buds certainly have. I think I regretted purchasing it the first time because it wasn’t whisky and coke I wanted, but rum and coke. But it stuck around. It took over 10 years, but, I was finally at a point where I could appreciate and enjoy bourbon.  I’m still not a fan of this crap though.


I learned that’s something the first para-troopers yelled as they flung themselves out of the plane. Because the news was so good (and probably good for the propaganda), it made it to the general public where it continued.

Long time, no post. I’m fixing that currently since I’ve got 3 hours on this plane ride with relatively few distractions. We (coworkers, that is) had a second get together in Q4 since I made a half-serious query about going to the holiday party this year. Boss came back with the answer and said ‘sure, and just go book next week as well and we’ll have some more meetings and face time.’  Since we’d already been in town in October, it was a little unusual, but airfare and hotels were booked.

A new, happy twist to this age old tale of me going to San Francisco is that I was able to convince J to accompany me. I stayed the whole week but she needed to be home on Wednesday/Thursday for a conference in Durham, so she hopped on a plane Tuesday to get home. That experience was rocky, but we’ll get to that part eventually.

We prepared small list of things to experience and for me to role play a crappy tour guide for the long weekend when she would be present. In no particular order, we were able to execute on Chinese dumplings, a burrito, a loaf of sour dough, coffee (SF has lots of coffee), sushi, the CA Academy of Science, and even a walk around the SF Botanical Garden.

Friday scratched off a couple big ticket items.  Yank Sing is a Chinese place near work that does dim sum. For the un-initiated, if it’s done right, they just have carts of things rolling around you where they consistently pester you to eat whatever they have. If you take it, they stamp a card and you pay based on the stamps. There was a specific target, soup dumplings.  They take a bit of frozen chicken goo, put it in a dumpling wrapper with a filling (shrimp here) and then steam it. When hot, the goo turns into broth/soup that you must eat carefully as it’s typically 4,000 degrees when you bite down and the chicken lava hits your tongue  But so good. Also had a Peking duck bun, some other dumplings, spring rolls, and shu-mai.  We showed admirable restraint.

That night was the party and while they had small plates, my little click at work went to dinner near North Beach at a place called Caffe Maccaroni.  It was very Italian, and tiny, where many of us crammed into a table that was designed for fewer of us. I remember having a minor melt down about the reservation being for 7 and people trickled in up until 7:40 but I was able to eventually let it go. The place was small enough that our table was nearly half the seating area. But it was really good. Pappardelle (big, wide noodles) with a meat ragu of some sort was had. Post dinner was at a place called the Infusion Lounge. That part was … whatever. We walked over and even though we bought out the club for the night, they apparently still had to keep up appearances and make people wait in line for 10 minutes to get in. The drinks were froo-froo and strong, the lights were dark with flashes of bright, and the music was loud, but it was ok.

The Academy of Science and Botanical Garden walk on Saturday was fun too. I happened to walk out the hotel without my sleeves which I thought about going back for but didn’t. It ended up being ok as I picked up a sweet, sweet sweat shirt at the CAS and you’ll see that at home. They had reindeer, and a bird/butterfly habitat, and lots of aquariums that you could see on multiple levels as you could go a floor lower and walk around them all. Lots of sciencey stuff to look at. A huge wall of ~400 sea lion skulls that included a few imposters (sheep, lion, others) that you were supposed to pick out.  The garden had a smelly area and we found one plant that was pineapple-lemon and that blew our mind.  I could fully understand how someone could get lost in there as it turned dark as all the paths became very maze like when it got darker.

Monday, I went to work but still escaped for lunch with J. Andrew came with and we had some Japanese sammiches and we talked about random topics for a while. It very much made mine and Andrew’s morning better as work was doing of excellent job of angering us. Philz coffee was finally able to deliver an excellent coffee experience for J as I went back to work. My previous attempt at exposing her to Blue Bottle didn’t work as well as I hoped. Both are supremely excellent coffee. She just isn’t aware how completely wrong she is about BB being ‘just ok’.  Our group dinner was supposed to be on Wednesday but was changed to Monday in the afternoon which I felt kinda weird about as I had a +1 that I didn’t want to ditch but also she was going to be the only non-employee there. I got over it quick enough. We had Chinese for dinner at a place called Fang and it was super excellent. It’s a place where you tell them about any dietary restrictions and what you may or may not want and they just start bringing you food. It’s my favorite type of dining experience where I know it won’t kill me and I’ll have things that I may not otherwise seek out.  They make the things they are good at and I eat them. So good.

Tuesday, I took J on a short train trip and walk to get down to a bakery when it opened down in the Mission.  She was nervous about operating the train to get to the airport and the flight home, so the croissant wasn’t as amazing as it could have been (but it was just as good as I remember). But, she got on the train and then started getting messages about a delayed flight.  My day continued normally, but hers continued to suck.  The flight out of SF was delayed to the point where she wouldn’t make her Chicago connection. There was a later flight in Chicago so she just took that which would have gotten her home at midnight instead of 9pm. Except it didn’t, as they had to land in Charlotte due to RDU fog. The flight crew was at the end of the shift so it couldn’t keep going even if the weather cleared. In the end, she was able to get a flight to actual home at 7:40 so she didn’t miss her conference, but also slept poorly in an airport terminal. Yes, I felt guilty that I could shower and have a bed.

The rest of the week was uneventful. I’m sitting in a plane, typa-tapping out all this drivel waiting to get home.

Oh wait. I missed Sunday didn’t I?  I didn’t yell Geronimo, not that one could hear it anyway. 5 of us went jumping out of a perfectly fine airplane and J was along to document our fight against death.  I reacted predictably by not being super pumped.  I wasn’t particularly nervous nor excited.  I exuded a ‘well this is happening’ from the stills that got captured on the plane ride up and maybe I’ll have those at some point.  I think it was fun. It’s not something I would go do again on my own but if there was a group of people that wanted to, I’d do it again.


About the experience itself, we drove an hour east of SF to a very small airport and we jumped in groups of 3 and 2. I was the last one in the plane and so also the first one out. Andrew and Sumit (sue-mitt) got the full experience of me being in the plane, lined up against the door, and then just disappearing. Sucked out the plane into free fall. It wasn’t scary. I only felt real acceleration for a few seconds because once you hit terminal velocity, its like laying on a big cushion of air. The ‘chute popped at 5,000 ft after our 60 seconds of free fall and we dangled until finally dropping onto the ground. The parachute part was painful as the harness grabbed a loop of my jeans or something and pinched some thigh skin. Otherwise, no other issues.  In terms of adrenaline rush, I’ll rate it a 5, it’s basically a free form roller coaster. I’ve had more exciting times on the motorcycle and that’s equipment I already have.

So there you have it. I’ve taken airplane steps an odd number of times. Flight lands in 1.5 hours. I’ll except some exasperated text messages.


Operation: Wallet Reassembly complete.

10 days following the traumatic wallet event of August 14th, the lost articles have all been re-assembled. I wanted to celebrate by driving somewhere as my drivers license was the final item to be replaced, but, instead I sit at home, drinking beer, crafting a blog entry.

It was very interesting timing for all of this to go down.  And by interesting, I guess I mean, the one thing that I didn’t think about to replace immediately (insurance card), a new one arrived in the mail a few days ago.  Open enrollment for insurance happened last month and they sent me a new card to reflect whatever changes they decided on for the renewal.

The only thing left is to wear in the new wallet a little bit and imprint some butt curvature. Given that I’ve started to put my wallet in the front pocket, that might take some intensive grinding to resolve that.

I also learned to tie my shoes.


How come no one taught me this way instead?

I left my [wallet] in san francisco.

Exciting times, right? Not a big deal in the end.  I’m currently stuck in an airplane in SFO waiting to for some system administrator on the east coast in a huge panic to fix whatever is broken as RDU, Virginia, and some others in the east coast don’t have any air traffic control.

As for the wallet shenanigans. I was chumming around with my coworkers, who I’ll refer to as BS on Friday morning and we went to a shadier bit of town for breakfast. Breakfast was good… had a breakfast burrito (as one would), and I got out my card to pay. I got the check back and I put my card in my wallet, and then from there, it’s hazy. It didn’t make it into my pocket as I guess I had been trying to take my coat off for the longer, sweaty walk to work. After crossing the street and walking half a block, ‘Oh shit!’ and we quickly return and no one has seen it, it’s not between cushions or on the floor. I tore through my bag, even though I didn’t open my bag and I came to grips that it was probably gone.

On the walk, I started filling out the police report (since that’s a thing you can do with the SFPD thanks to their ‘coplogic’ system) and figured I’d wait a little bit to cancel my cards in case the restaurant happened to track it down or it was returned.  I have prior experience with losing, canceling my cards, and then finding my wallet leaving me broke in SF and I wasn’t keen on repeating that.  Then I started getting messages on my phone that my debit card had been physically removed so apple pay wouldn’t work and that’s when I decided it was a good time to go nuke my cards.

I talked to Ray, located in Providence (I guess to show he wasn’t an over seas call center?) and we verified the last transactions, and he got me new credit cards. He saw the debit card had already been canceled, which was weird.  Because someone had taken it to a non BofA ATM and randomly mashed buttons for the pin code enough times that it triggered some fraud protection.  That was about 10 minutes after I lost my wallet, which was about the same time that S looked at me and asked ‘Casey… Can I give you a hug?’  Of course I accepted. It’s funny to think that while I was getting a hug for my sorrows, some dude was failing to pull money from an ATM. Why they went to an ATM first and not just went crazy doing credit card transactions that may require a zip code (which was on my license) or a scribble for a signature, I don’t know. The crims are just of a lower caliber these days I guess.

I felt better knowing that I didn’t just randomly lose it. It grew legs and walked away and I assume is in a garbage can somewhere, minus the $60 that was in it.  I had work turn off my badge, I ordered new debit/credit cards, blocked my SF transit card and ordered a new one, and J ordered me a new wallet and got a duplicate drivers license order placed so I don’t even have to visit the DMV.  So, aside from some cash, nothing there that I’ll miss that badly. Oh, reminds me, I need to get a new medical card too since that was in there.

So that was the tail end of my week. It was fun chilling with my peeps but I’ll be glad to be home again.  Getting through the TSA sans ID is basically answering the same questions on a credit check that they call in to to verify you might be who you say you are.

Also, it was karma that my wallet was plundered. I was planning on buying headphones that day that I didn’t really need so the universe told me it was a bad idea.  Of course I won’t listen to it, but it was a nice gesture, right?