On Saturday I drove Sally to Oakland airport to send her off to Band Camp. I did some shopping and picked Becky up on the way back, hitting tremendous traffic as we came into Stinson. The beach has been packed all weekend, with traffic flowing in all day until about 4:00. I decided not to go up to Aaron’s bachelor party in Bodega Bay on Saturday night, partly because of the traffic, partly because I prefer the company of women, and partly because they had spent all Friday night drinking and all Saturday throwing up on a fishing boat. Rick and Glenn stopped by for dinner on Sunday night. Abby and Becky spent Sunday afternoon bonding with beers on the porch, while the olds slumbered and grumbled on various sofas.