Back to reality

Unfortunately, a most fantastic weekend has come to an end. My good friends are now at the PSP airport and will soon be back in cold, rainy San Francisco.

We spent all of Saturday and Sunday pool side polishing off 3.5 cases of beer and half a bottle of sunscreen. Closed out the weekend with a big BBQ last night. For having so many fucking geeks around, I'm shocked not a shred of digital photographic evidence exists. Probably a good thing. Though I wish someone had taken of picture of the Missus pushing me in the pool - fully clothed (she'll pay, I just haven't decided when or how). And I wish someone had taken a picture of the two iBooks that were getting it on in the wet bar. We figured out that's where iPods come from. Bwaaahhahaa... Okay - I guess ya kinda had to be here for that one. Or better yet, a picture of my expert driving skills...

Saturday morning we headed to the grocery store to restock for the day. At the stop sign, actually no... just past the stop sign, I realized that the brakes had gone out on the convertible. After a quick consultation ("Brakes? We don't need no stinking brakes!") we decided to go for it. Unfettered by needless stopping devices we continued merrily along to our destination. I coasted into the parking spot perfectly, and we did our shopping. I'm sure you've witnessed this scene before: a couple of hung over dykes in flip flops, baseball caps and sunglasses buying two cases beer, some bacon and a loaf of bread on a Saturday morning. Pretty. Thankfully, we made it back in one piece.

Tomorrow she (the car, not the passenger, though you never know...) is going in to have a little work done. Drop in a rebuilt carb, full tune up, oil change, and figure out what the hell is going on with the brakes. While we got by on Saturday, I'm thinking it might be a good idea to have working brakes, you know, just in case I really need to stop or something.

In other news:
Kittens are doing fine. They're quite mobile now. They finally figured out how their legs work and are totally bustin' a move. Next comes the "hoppy phase" - my favorite.