Thanks for the good wishes, everyone!

La la la, I have a Perkins!

Well, not in my clutches right this second (for all I know, she's busy breaking the B&B's wireless), but 2 BLOCKS AWAY!!!

I fetched her at the B&B, which is a really lovely old house in my neighborhood. The proprietress was very friendly, telling me to feel free to partake of the fresh-baked brownies and the wine in the dining room (even though I wasn't a guest), and giving us a tour of the separate cottage out back (also available for rent). So we took a tour and had some wine, and then moseyed 2 blocks back to my place, where we chatted and hung out, wondering when SA was going to show up.

Eventually we made some dinner (pizzas from Trader Joe's, salad, and [more] wine), and then realized that The O.C. was on! So we ate in front of the TV and watched The O.C. SA called, and said that she got delayed and will be up tomorrow afternoon, so the Aquarium trip is just me, Perkins, Cashmere, and Big O.

Perkins and I kept drinking wine and watching TV, just chilling out. We watched the John Stamos show, and agreed that he's aged VERY well and is really very pretty.

Ultimately, we went through 2 bottles of Chardonnay, and yet I don't feel particularly drunk. (I did overturn the tupperware container full of Oreos, but that was sheer Teppy clumsiness and not drunkenness. When I'm drunk I do WAY more than dump snack foods on the carpet.) Just hanging out and chilling with my Buffistas is an ideal way to spend an evening.

I delivered Perkins back to her B&B about half an hour ago, where I hope she isn't destroying their wireless connection. As for me, I'm drinking some water to make *sure* the wine doesn't make me feel icky tomorrow, and then I'm crawling into bed myself.

Tomorrow: Cashmere, Big O., Aquarium, and SA!

Just so you know, Steph serves very nice wine.

Heh. And Perkins is much more succinct than I.

People who were in SF for Nillyfest and went to the wineries: remember the wine-tasting at Charles Krug? Remember the really incredible Chardonnay? Perkins and I cracked that open tonight.

It was every bit as good as I remembered it. Yum.

I delivered Perkins back to her B&B about half an hour ago, where I hope she isn't destroying their wireless connection.

Not yet.

I delivered Perkins back to her B&B about half an hour ago, where I hope she isn't destroying their wireless connection.

Not yet.

I should have warned the proprietress when I had a chance....

(And take note that I logged out as you and logged back in as me. *I* could have run amok with your username, missy!)

just saw the comment how it would be further from everywhere but closer to the ballpark. My skipping/skimming brain translate this into "close to the ballpark".

Yep. It's not close to the ballpark by any means, it's just that right now we live at the extreme other end of town as opposed to a few neighborhoods over. Whereas all the other places we go--DH's job at UW, our church, the places my writers group and RWA chapter usually meet, all but one or two of our friends--would be on the other end of town if we moved there. But we're not. We'll probably hang out here another 9-12 months and end up in an ugly condo in a decent part of Shoreline.

I hate condos. Dammit.

(And take note that I logged out as you and logged back in as me. *I* could have run amok with your username, missy!)

Amok, amok, amok

mmmm I want a glass of that wine.

I also want a cookie.

Wine and cookies?

I suppose it depends on the cookie.

And? Better then grape juice and peeps.

I'm having a glucose reaction to my last sentance.

I have no wine. However, I'm eating a no-bake cookie (those peanut butter-chocolate-oatmeal things).