"Wow, you're like an adult!"

This is what was said to me after work. It came after I told a guy 10 years older than me about my soon to be born child. He gave me a broad smile and his graying hair shook with his laughter.

After that, I went to the park and played frisbee. I was running around the grass with the dogs and their owners. Instead of sitting around I got up and tried to stay healthy, something I would encourage you all to do. No one likes a fatty, except maybe Morrissey.

In the park are mostly upper middle class people (wait, did I just describe the majority of San Franciscans?). These people in the park ride their bikes, talk to their animals, and clean up after their furry beasts. Others are on their cell phones or riding their bikes on a date. They wear their helmets and sunglasses, acting like they're comfortable on their two wheeled vehicles.

I'm catching the frisbee with alternating hands. I'm throwing the disc with both left and right hands, jumping high to reach for the throw that flew over my head.

Am I showing off? I don't know. You'd have to ask those women who were staring at me. :)