Successfully retrieved my Walkman from yesteryear. While the player itself was in good shape (after installing a set of batteries from this century), the same could not be said for the headphones. After spending over a decade in the bottom of a drawer, the foam on the earpieces had disintegrated to two small piles of black dust.

Made the short trek over to Palm Springs with my parents on Saturday afternoon to help celebrate a very good friend of the family’s 60^th birthday party. The party took place at a bowling alley and it was great watching the 50 and 60 year olds act like 5 and 6 year olds – seriously, though, everyone had a great time (I think the pizza, cake and party favors may have had something to do with it).

My mother had picked out a HPNOTIQ gift set (includes two iced-out grills) for us to bring to the party as a gift for the birthday boy. “Travis, how do you pronounce this? I keep wanting to say Hip-no-teek.”

Tried to go out for dinner that night when we got back to Hemet. Unfortunately, it seems a lot of the restaurants in this budding metropolis were closed...at 8:00PM…on Saturday night.

Saw a stack of the ‘Mobile Home Times’ while in town and I’m still kicking myself for not picking up a copy.

When I make a quick pasta lunch, I cook up some packaged linguine, open a jar of sauce, combine the two and call it a meal. My mom, on the other hand, whipped up an Italian lunch for my dad and me on Sunday that consisted of the following: Bruschetta, fresh pasta, tomato sauce made from scratch, and homemade meatballs. Buon gusto! Having meals like that is almost enough to make me want to live at home…almost.