Packing up the hard cases tonight and mounting them on the motorcycle. Tomorrow I ride in to work, and - instead of riding home - I point the wheel south and head for California.

It's my 30th high school reunion this weekend, in San Francisco. (Well, Mill Valley, actually, but most people don't know where that is.) And I'm riding my motorcycle down to attend the festivities.

It's not that I have a lot of affection for my old high school class. I don't. I went to that school for 2 years, and then never looked back. It was fine. I had a lot of friends. But I'm only excited to see three or four people: My high school sweetheart and her boyfriend (both good friends of mine), and my old bass player and drummer from various high school bands. The bass player now plays for Jane's Addiction, and the drummer is the pilot of SpaceX's Dragon spacecraft. So I KNOW I'm gonna have a lot of fun chatting with those guys!

I'm also going to my friend Jay's magic theater, the Marrakech Magic Theater, to see the late show on Friday. He's been a professional magician/mentalist for close to 30 years, and now he has a permanent theater and show! Getting to see him (and his family the next day) is going to be fantastic, and I hear the food is as good as the show.

So yeah. Jumping on the bike and riding off into the distance, tomorrow.

Whee!