On the left coast, Jeremy saw Ben and Maryann and watched the 18-inning baseball game between the Nats and the Giants.
Then to the Mission, where he stumbled upon a riotous dinner party thrown by Donald in his tiny apartment. Delicious homemade pasta was served.
On the right coast, Vince sorted through and organized a three-inch-tall pile of schoolwork. I try not to cringe when I look at his binder. Nothing in life gives me more pleasure than a well-organized school binder. Apparently, Vince did not inherit that gene.
Max, on the other hand, has tendencies similar to me. Every once in a while, the world will overwhelm her and she just wants to hide out under the bed.