I had a plain salad.
Beauty at a 107 degree heat index.
It was hot.
Luckily, the pedal-boat's pedals didn't really do anything, so we were forced to break out the oars and make beautiful patterns in the water.
Tex-Mex.
I'm halfway ashamed, halfway proud to admit there was a Coke Challenge. Choice #5 was mostly bourbon, however.
So much bourbon, in fact, that nobody could identify the coke-like mixer.
And that's where the rest of the memory card turned into various angles of my (many) glasses of bourbon and sprite, close-ups of ice cubes or other things that don't really need close-ups, or complete darkness from the porch after midnight.
And with that, I'm going out of town again, to the beautiful, stuck-in-the-past island of Catalina.
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