In which I chronicle the adventures of two misfit bloggers who, by good fortune, managed to meet in the real world, and the hijinks and hilarity that ensued… First, I had to take BART to San Francisco from the other side of the bay, in order to meet up with ‘him who digresses mindfully’…
BART stands for Bay Area Rapid Transit, and yes, we had one before most other places did. In fact, it is getting old and starting to make some scary noises that I do not remember from back when I still lived in the Bay Area…
I even walked from my mom’s house to the BART station. The view from the raised parts of the tracks is still nice… you can see the Golden Gate off in the distance… but I tell you, I would not want to be in the tunnel under the bay in an earth quake.
Before you… or I… knew it, I was in San Francisco and walking towards Union Square.
They have a big Christmas tree there… and this is where I was supposed to meet.. the Doobster…
Well, I did meet him, and he decided somehow that I wasn’t a creepy psychopath come to kill and eat him and feed the leftovers to the crack squirrels… so we went to get some food while we plotted what sort of mischief to get into…
That is where we ended up… there are a lot of nice places to eat in San Francisco… and this isn’t one of them… I mean, it wasn’t bad… and I did have a beer… and I got this picture of my new friend… who, now that I think about it, didn’t ever tell me his actual name, so maybe he is smarter than he looks…
I hope it is okay to use that picture… I told him to put his face down, and it is sort of blurry… (Still using the cheap old camera)… but look… that’s him… the Doobster…
Alrighty then… more adventures in a while.















You never did say what was wrong with Lefty O’Doul’s!
Just wasn’t that good.
Loving hearing about your adventures & love the pic – kind of the way I imagined ya, Doobs!!
He is more real in real life
Well at least no one died during this experiment. Please do not try this at home – you are watching professionals under controlled circumstances.
we used safety gear
Holy crap, I suspected you were in fact going to cook him and feed him to the crack squirrels… or worse yet, to your minions. Not that we’d notice. I mean, he’d probably be a little tough but fairly flavorful, and I imagine some stewing Doobster in the soup would make us a bit smarter. In seriousness, very cool that you guys met up! Love the photos.
It was a magical day
Sounds it. Very cool indeed.
like I said
I’m just glad you didn’t eat him. I like that Doobster fellow. And now I’m even certain that he’s a fellow, that’s always a bonus. Still haven’t decided on your gender or earthly-origin.
don’t think about it too much
You got to meet the Doobster??!! Did you get his autograph?!
no, that ain’t how us big wheels roll
You should get it, he’s famous you know..
well, yeah, now that he met me he is
pft
ha
Yes, I’ve had an international holiday named for me! Woo hoo!
There now Arthur will know..
I was the one who named it
Named what?
International Doobster day
ha
Looks like the weather was pretty agreeable.
It was a beautiful day
The Doobster abides 🙂
HA!
OMG – Doobster looks amazing like my brother! But that’s not possible – my brother has been in Florida for several months. Also, my brother would be holding up a different finger.
PS: The timing of that photo is a little weird. I’m in the process of finishing up Dean Koontz’s novel, “Innocence” – in which the main character walks around with his head down so no one can see his face (because his face is so scary). Is Doobster scary looking?
Be afraid. Be very afraid!
ha…
Not.
…ooo000ooo…
He is a very pleasant looking… and acting… fellow
You didn’t meet my alter-ego, Not Doobster. Hey, we all have one, right CM?
not me