Last weekend first...

Last weekend we had a ton o' fun. The Detroit Disciples, you know, the band that played our wedding, played the Tradewinds. Rachel and I had a date night that included a yummy Mexican dinner at Dos Amigos followed by coffee, dessert, and a little Jazz at the cafe near The Winds. Ted, you know, the guy who performed our wedding ceremony, was in the neighborhood and met us there.

The cool thing was Ted also had a friend passing through the Bay Area. Dianne was driving a Bago from Vancouver, BC to the L.A. area. She was fun to hang out with - a free spirit, cute as pie, and very kind. So at the end of the night, when she had nowhere to park her 21 (or 24) ft. camper, I called our security and asked if we could park it near us. And they said fine. So that became the plan.

The night was a lot of fun, but the addition of Dianne brought back a feeling I haven't had in a long time. It was a sense of weirdness and magic - like anything can happen and everything sounds like a good idea. In the past, it's been things like, "Hey, the bar's closing, let's go to Reno." Or "Hey the bar's closing, let's take everyone back to Club 658." This night it was, "Hey, let's caravan a monster camper through the twisty bits and not get home till 4 in the morning."

I like that feeling and want to experience it more often.

And here's Cinammon Girl...



And here's a big pot of white bean soup I made a while ago.

It was yummy. And it made the house smell like Fall.