There must be a law…

I’m in Oakland right now, waiting for a plate of nachos at the Pacific Coast Brewing Company.

I came to Oakland for the Frankie Manning dance weekend; because I’m a lazy bum, I decided to get a hotel here, rather than drive two hours back and forth to Sunnyvale every day.

And, as usual, traffic on the 880 was stop and go all the way to Oakland. Just like it is every time I drive to Oakland. I am all but convinced that there’s a law here that says “driving on 880 must be as painful as possible.”

Oh, and the nachos were wierd – 40 pounds of beans and black olives on deep-fried corn flour. I guess at least it was semi nutritious.

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