Kind of the best time I've ever had.
Or that I can ever remember having right now.
I guess I say that all the time.
I guess that means
life is good.
Hummel and Julie picked me up at 9:30am on Friday and we headed down. Stopped in San Juan Batista and promptly saw this:
It wasn't the best Thrift store I have ever seen, but it made me happy that although the three of us were starving and had to pee we chose to hit the thrift store first.
That first night was fun. So much fun. My family has a little trailer on the property above the river. I went outside to look at the stars at one point and heard "SKEET SKEET SKEET", peered in the windows and saw a complete dance party happening in there.
Look at that filthy mutt posted up in my clothes. He had so much fun! On the last day he swam across the river by himself THREE times.
Hummel made us waffles for breakfast on Sunday, and then grilled cheese in the waffle iron that night.
Prey. Pommie has never looked like such a Condor snack before. I kept picturing seeing him overhead clutched in the talons of a huge bird.
Then I made a bizarre leftover salad of celery, tahini sauce, sprouts, celery salt and red onion. Pretty good.
I know the best people. Can't really wrap my arms around the love I have for all of them. I didn't squeeze everyone I love into this weekend, but damn near all of them.