We were visited this weekend by blogging friends. The wonderfully lovely and ebullient Space Kitty, the every bit as lovely and marginally quieter Mandyman, and the surpassingly lovely and alternately reflective and stentorian The Bone traveled up from Lost Ambulance, California to visit Zeke and Thistle. Oh, and us humans, and there was something about going out to a bar in San Francisco for alcohol and alcohol accessories.
The visit was wonderful. We drank tea for a bit, and Space Kitty made friends with the various livestock around the place. (When she met Thistle, she let fly a noise so high-pitched that only Zeke could hear it.) And then down the creek to the bay, and we watched birds wheel around the sewage treatment plant. Halfway down the creek, Becky and I argued briefly over whether the very small raptor I saw was a kestrel. She’s asleep now, so I’m safe in saying that it was. At the bay, the resident belted kingfisher scolded us as it flew across the open water. A quarter mile out a windsurfer struggled with the lack of wind. Eventually he stood up. The water a quarter mile from shore was not up to his ass.
We headed back upstream to Taqueria Sanchez just off Fernandez Park, where we had some of the best Mexican food you can buy at Taqueria Sanchez. We talked about bloggers suing bloggers. We talked Public School Teacher Shop — The Bone and Becky share a profession. We talked Hello Kitty WMD accessories. (I slayed with my “Sarinrio” bon mot.) And then we walked back to Zeke’s house where we all checked our email. We are not nerds.
