Runner's Heights: Of Pickles and Bling Bling

Another 7-miler accomplished during lunch when the hot mid-day sun and the cool ocean breeze tried wresting control. There were fewer runners/joggers today but lots of bikers in colourful athletic appointments. I have always wondered why bikers would pay to advertise so many products on their clothing--from cel phones to hybrid cars. It might be that their sponsors need them as traveling billboards across the bike path on the beach.

We attended a live taping of Real Time with Bill Maher at CBS studios and the folks at CBS won't let you leave the studio once you are inside from 7-9 pm. So, with a restroom out of sight and out of the question, it's not so bad to be a tad dehydrated, which I was. Of course, after the taping, you can always head over to Canter's and ask the waiter to sit the water pitcher on your table and chug away. I did not do that--I chose to munch on some moist and vinegary kosher dill pickles that are compliments of the house. But I did remember (and I paraphrase here) about what Bill Maher said about the Pope being the one who started the rage of bling, blings--what with the gilded silk dresses, the rings, and the gaudy ornaments. Now, if only his Mercedes Popemobile had the chrome spinner wheels and Eminem on the boombox. What would Jesus say..."gold-studded dandy?"