BECCA AND THE BIKER BOYS.

My wife stopped on her way home, impromptu and solo, to check out a Monster Drink-sponsored motorcycle show in a Safeway parking lot.

In other words, to see a sport she has no interest in, sponsored by a company whose drinks she doesn't like, to get her picture taken with 20-year old motorcycling freestyle rockstars she doesn't know.
So now we have a lovely and glossy signed photograph of her smiling amidst a trio of also smiling handsome biker boys; I think one of their names is Troy, but that's mainly because his shirt says "Troy."

She makes me laugh and keeps my heart powerful. The picture will take a treasured place in our living room, perhaps in between my framed letters from David Sedaris.

Happy weekend, all.