Last night, we had Guinnesses (Guinnessi) and soy lattes with the even-more-fabulous-than-I-had-expected Matt and Sarah Grace. They're here for a few more days and I totally want to call them up to hang out some more. Blog talk was kept to a minimum, but it was inevitable and good. Good times. And thanks, Will, for the latte (see Figure 1, above).
We had a beautiful, sunny, busy weekend. I took somewhere in the vicinity of 50 pictures of lovely things and places and people, and am currently swinging towards "San Diego doesn't suck as much as I want it to, damn it."
Today I feel like I have an ugly cloud following me around, and it might have something to do with that revelation, like the eight year old who resists eating mashed potatoes but when she finally does and they taste fantastic, she still pretends that they suck. And despite them being tasty, she actually would rather they had sucked, so that her complaining and convictions would be valid. Validity notwithstanding, she continues to pout amidst delicious bites of wonderful mashed potatoes.
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