We can haz had cook-out?
Jul. 8th, 2012 09:23 amI think that was a cook-out. I'm sure that was a cook-out. I cooked; we were out.
I went up to the city first, to feed cats and explore more, from 24th-and-Mission (dear Bart, what would I do without you?) to 22nd Street (yay Caltrain! without whom I wouldn't be here, in a very literal sense). Little by little, my feet are learning the city. My horizons push out.
And so home, to a house full of friends:
acanthusleaf,
balutakat,
jeanvieve, as well as m'beloved
klwilliams. And there was beer and wine, and I lit the grill and the slow cooker and pretty much everything else, and used some leftovers and some rightunders and made breakfast beans and lamb chilli and two kinds of smoked pork and sesame-seed rolls and avocado-and-tahini dip and and. Jeannie made a salad.
And after everybody had eaten everything, we went for a walk, a walk, a walk! And it was all good, really.
I went up to the city first, to feed cats and explore more, from 24th-and-Mission (dear Bart, what would I do without you?) to 22nd Street (yay Caltrain! without whom I wouldn't be here, in a very literal sense). Little by little, my feet are learning the city. My horizons push out.
And so home, to a house full of friends:
And after everybody had eaten everything, we went for a walk, a walk, a walk! And it was all good, really.