My bus was two minutes early this morning. I ran to catch it successfully. But two other people weren't so lucky. I suppose if the zombie apocalypse were upon us we'd be down two more humans.
I watched Cameron Crowe's documentary Pearl Jam Twenty on Saturday night. I'm not a big Pearl Jam fan, but holy shit this movie was fantastic. I was transported back to the early Nineties. The story of Pearl Jam and the birth of the Seattle grunge sound was surprisingly enthralling. I suppose it helps that I was coming into my own regarding musical tastes during that time period, but if you care about music at all I highly recommend watching this movie.
We shopped at Whole Foods over the weekend and spent gobs of money on meat. Honestly, if you like meat you really can't do better. There comes a time in a man's life when he has to ask himself: How important are my meat purchases? Am I satisfied with the shitty normal grocery store fare?
We tried shoving solid food in James' mouth yesterday. Nope. Not ready. He had the same look on his face as me when I ate eggplant the first time.