1. Bought a Randy Newman record and liked it
2. Highlight of the weekend may have included a trip to the farmer's market
Back from Brasil, trip was wall to wall meetings, no time for hijinks. Sao Paulo is massive, apparently dangerous, and we were shuttled from venue to venue by a security detail.
Here's our protection, the lovely Concepcion. Can't vouch for her attack skills, but she did have a lethal pedal foot and took most excellent care of us. Also pictured, David B., pub landlord.
Took all of ten pics, the road to Cajamar looked a lot like this:
But the facility was 22nd century. Pretty surreal. 
The rest of the trip was hotels, conference rooms and airports.Meanwhile, the Beav was out east, hanging with the Wood girls.
Snaps from the home front. Jane is pretty active in the mornings, otherwise, she's just like her dad; no ass, big feet, likes naps, needs constant bathing, fussy on the outfits, likes sportscenter and Mastodon, master of the faceplant.Mom predicts her first words will be "hunter bacon".
Dad thinks something more like "let's toss these muthas".
On Saturday we hit the green market in McCarren park. First time I've been up and active that early in ages. Tried to go record shopping but nothing was open. Saturday night we toasted Herr Bostic, to celebrate his passing of the final CFA exam. 3 for 3. Beav put the chooch in her angel pjs, hoping the sentiment would carry over to the late start time.
Sunday, we hit the ballfields in Redhook. My orange taco.....on line for pupusas.
Off to SF this weekend, for Eagle's wedding. Could be the high point of the fall social season. Whole crew coming in hot. Tiny B and KOB hosting, first time meeting the beanser. Kind of can't wait already.
Still all in tatters over the Bernie / Isaac / Leroi triple passing. Bad things always come in threes. Bad news given I only had two fried tacos for lunch.
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