I Don't Normally Use Conditioner

This morning while I was in the shower, I looked on my wife's shelf and noticed some cream rinse.  Now I know what you're thinking and no, I didn't use it to rub one out (this time).  I tried to remember when I last used conditioner in what little hair I have left and couldn't, so I thought, "what the hell?" and slapped some on.

As I was waiting the required one minute for the conditioner to do...  whatever it does, I started day-dreaming about my next urban beer hike.  Where will it be?  WHEN will it be?

These past few weeks of taking it easy after hernia surgery have left me plenty of time to map out routes, do some internet recon, and think about themes for walks and hikes.

But I did none of that.  I mostly took Vicodin, slept, played Resident Evil 5 and watched old episodes of The X-Files.  Oh, and I went back to work and really hit the ground running, working 7 of 10 days.

But now, as my pubic hair slowly and itchily returns to hide my gnarly wound, I find my mind wandering more and more toward urban beer hiking.

Ballard...  Northeast Seattle...  Georgetown...

Mt. Vernon....

Bellingham...

Portland...

I've never even been to San Francisco, for fuck's sake.

But. alas, I am still not pain-free and I can't walk more than about a mile or two without getting a little sore in the nether regions.  So I will have to wait and continue to drink near (or at) home.

But I'm close, I think.  It won't be long until Link and I are back on the beer trail.  Thanks for all the best wishes and support.  Cheers.

- dave