It's insanely summerly gorgeous in SF today. Emmett and I rode bikes down to Stow Lake, barely avoided a fight, then discovered they were offering the little motorboats for rent again (after five years), so we toodled around on a sundappled lake, scaring the ducks, eating popcorn, waving to the turtles and drinking Icees and root beer and I told him about the boat we had when I was growing up.
In fifteen minutes we go off to the end-of-season party for our baseball team at the manager's house. I intend to kick some serious ass at ping pong over there. JZ's cooked up batches of cookies and brownies for the potluck.
Hey, doesn't Dana like that Jamie Bamber? Possibly it's a gift for her that he's on the new Celebrity Poker that they filmed in New Orleans? Also, the new poker expert is named Phil again, but still not David's Phil, right?
Love Jet Blue.
Clean (mmm leather chairs), comfy, pleasant, helpful, all that stuff.
I was not sexy, I'm thinking. I mean, aside from the inherent sexiness in being dripping wet. But with shopping bags in one hand and my shoes in the other? NSM.
I didn't get much accomplished this afternoon, as an encore showing of
Walking With Prehistoric Beasts
was on and I got kind of swept away in it. But then I made some Turkey Helper which was yum even with the sad absence of onion flakes, so yay.
That sounds very nice, Trudy. Plus they fly to Portland, ME, and their prices are better/as good as everyone else's, including Southwest to Manchester.
It's June, it's 8pm, it's still light out, it's stopped raining, and it's cool enough for a jacket.
So freaking awesome.
Throw in sushi and that sounds like here, in about 3 hours.
YAY
