Don't call him the Butter Guy

So I met this guy Andy way back when Butter was my home away from home.  He's a BIG dood.  BIG.  And bald.  Really bald.

Anyways...I connect with Andy maybe once a year at this point.  It used to be around 5 times a week, but our lives have shifted and we only seem to meet up on random occassions like Bay to Breakers this year. I discovered his blog a little while ago a really enjoy it. First off, he is a great writer and documents/opinions his life incredibly well. More over, he lives life at its fullest. He always seems to be going for it just a little more every day...

The Burning Missive

In the last 72 hours: 20 skydives (including 8 tandems and 6 competition jumps) in 116 degree weather. 24 page PowerPoint Mid-Year business review, presented to my peers first , and then to my CEO, VP, boss & former bosses. 200 miles driven. 4 times crossing the bay. 6 gallons of water consumed (no joke!) 1 Tattoo. 7 Tom Waits and Iron Maiden songs played during the tattoo. 14 people hosted in a luxury suite for the A's - Boston game. 2 cases of beer bought in the suite at $100 per case. Pretty average few days, I guess.

One hint: don't call him the door guy at Butter. Doesn't go over so well...