August 26, 2012. Sunday means band practice for Tijuana Jai Alai. It was raining, so I asked Paloma for a ride. She was taking the bus! So I rode my bike and got a little bit wet. Riding home was a different story. There was quite a deluge. I found out just which portions of my almost-completely-waterproof backpack are not waterproof. My biking shoes smell like a mildew factory, and I was spitting out mouthfuls of water all the way home. Really. The first half of our practice was watched by Gary, the guitar player's sister and her boyfriend. Here they are on the steps during our break talking about lovey stuff or burgers or video games. I don't know.
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