Although I am a now a rugged man of the wilderness, I am truly an urbanite at heart. So Gram and Grampa drove me all the way from Novato to San Francisco so I could hang out with Mama and Dada again.
And what a reunion we had. It's only been two days, but when you've only been around for nine months, that's a pretty long time.
I couldn't wait to see them.
They couldn't wait to see me.
And although it was a Wednesday, we partied like it was a Saturday.
A Saturday in 1999.
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