Lisa & I caught up with my b-school buddy, BRad, last night at Hukilau, a fantastic Hawaiian restaurant in the city. It was great to see Brad, but that meal kicked my ass.
We saw some of his friends from college afterwards, and one had just returned from a yoga retreat, where she’d hiked 70 miles and eaten little more than sprouted plants for seven days. I laughed and told her, “I don’t recycle, and I just ate deep-fried spam sushi.”
