The winter of 2008-CA.
This winter we all took a trip to California to have our holiday with momma in her new digs in Half Moon Bay.
First came Aimee from Urbana, then Beth from NZ. They met up with mom and had a few days together. I'm not sure what they did, there was talk of some redwoods..mirin woods or somethin. and the airplane lost beth bags, again. See another time for another lost bag story.
They whipped momma off to Chicago with her new(ish) Bf Leonard. And she came and went about Chicago, doing what exactly, one will never know.
But Meg flew into San Jose and then the next day momma arrived after the terrible snow storm that left her and Leonard at the airport hotel for the night in San Jose.
The next day, we all met up and...I forget. Went to SF! right! And went and ate wonderful desserts at Tartine and walked to a grocery store (beth's fave) and then went thriftin, and off beth went to Dance class. Aimee and I wandered about, shopping and talking in the Mission.
Later we somehow found Beth at 7th and Market and she got a doughnut, and off we went to Halkf Moon Bay where Aimee drove through the Devils Slide and to Mommas house and the Dog!
o the dog. He was so fluffy. and he barked at me at first, and then, we took him for a walk. The night was nice.
the next day we woke up and met with momma at the house. and, I will leave this up for my seestars to do a day.
posted by meggoo @ 2:05 AM
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That was more than a day! Anyhow, when amalier and i got together right off the bat, we had some long walks with the dog, especially to the seal beach where the seals all watched him from a very organised-looking water patrol. someone suggested since that they might have thought he was a polar bear. We went to the city and met Aimee's friends from Chicago and Chris Tharp, and did some major shopping to replace beth's lost luggage. Beth had a few other dance classes, spent the day with Chris Tharp and now 3 babies, and we all drank quite a bit along the way. Amalier and I spent the winter solstice at Muir Woods, where we sang solstice-specific songs, such as O Redwood Tree, and Have Yourself a Merry Little Solstice. And we drank cider and got really wet in the rain. Then of course we ate and ate and ate at really good places around San Fran and Half Moon Bay, went to the goat cheese farm, and got introduced to Ketch Joanne, where Aimee met some very nice fishermen and beth did some good work on wifi that made her feel better about being drunk all the time now. And we did not go over the hill.
Don' t forget our near-singing of The Official Oncorhynchus Song, sung to the tune of Oklahoma ("Ohhhhhhh, oncorhynchus goes splish, splish splashing up the creek..."). We really wanted to stay around for this ode to the salmon, but decided not to stay for through the wide-eyed storyteller's second animal story to do so. Instead, we headed our soulstice-crowned heads out of the visitor
center, past the well-contained bon fires, and through the dark, dark woods, narrowly averting puddles and brown, black, and grizzly bears in search of the car. We drove back through the beautiful hills, across the Golden Gate Bridge,
through San Fran, along the ocean, around Devils Path, and past the corner market back wake a very sleepy but happy Bruce and take him for a walk.
But, yes. Many things.
The next morning, we woke up early to string lights on the porch and walk the dog before heading out to pick up Meg from the airport. Her plane was
delayed, but she arrived in San Jose before we did. We picked up smily her and her luggage from the curb, and headed out to run some errands. First to REI to get Beth some replacement clothes for her lost bag, and then to San Francisco Airport to again check on how their search was going.
amalier dropped Meg and Beth off, and circled a few times to avoid the very active parking police. After a few of these, she decided to go get some food for the group. After a good hour, everyone was back in the car, heading for the city and eating Lebanese food. Mmmm.
I think Meg went over the rest of this day. At the end of it, we picked Beth up and headed home to reunite Meg and a trembly and elated Bruce.
While their plane was supposed to arrive shortly after Megs, Mom and Leonard found themselves grounded in Chicago due to inclement weather (imagine that). They were able to get the last flight out, and spent the night in San Jose.
Beth and I left Meg sleeping, and headed back over the hill to pick them up the next morning. Leonard's truck was broken, so we parted ways with him at the service station, and drove back to the coast.
Meg had woken by the time we arrived. I'll pass this back to someone else to continue.
omigosh didn't we take all day to get back to megoo? then we went to that crab place and had such a nice little lunch. it was christmas eve. we ate a lobster roll and had cocktails. then we went to that place on the sea with the big patio fires and blankets and benches, and brucie laid down while we drank more and were merry. and ate fried things, if i remember correctly. so many brain cells were destroyed in the alcoholic haze of my month in the US, that maybe i should be trying to recount anything.
Who wants to describe christmas eve?
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