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September 06, 2005
California Dreaming
I've almost forgotten what it's like to be home, but I rediscovered some photos that prove I was there for at least a few days a couple weeks ago. (Still trying to be chronological, despite my desire to fast forward to the joys of arriving on Martha's Vineyard--for "work"--the day everyone else and their mother left.)
Now I remember that I went straight from the airport to Taqueria Cancun for Paul's birthday party:
Our apartment saw its biggest party yet, complete with an unexpected and record-breaking 7 person sleep-over. Funny that Amanda and I have been there more than a year, but it was Eliot's self-organized (and self-catered) birthday party that packed the place during his brief stay. Folks I hadn't seen in over 12 years: check. Bourbon consumed in quantity: check. Broken furniture: check. "My brother's wedding is going to be at your parents' house tomorrow?!" Check.
That Saturday was a banner day thanks to Mahea's great itinerary: farmers market; a hike/picnic/swim adventure to Bass Lake with soundtrack by Ibrahim (Danny was only an hour late to sound check); Mitchell's ice cream from the new corner coffee shop; grown men in diapers at "M"'s It's-Not-a-Baby-Shower-It's-Just-a-Party; dancing until the wee hours at Great American. Ah, San Francisco. Yes, I'm a little homesick.
Posted by Elizabeth at September 6, 2005 07:48 PM