Yesterday was our sixth wedding anniversary, which we celebrated with a little too much beer at Unity Brewing. We started with a pint of their Grayson, which has sold out in cans already, and hadn’t had dinner yet. We’d gambled there might be a food truck, but I think those are only on Saturdays. Instead, we decided to go home via 7Bone and pick up burgers and milkshakes. We staggered home and ate while watching the first hour of Aquaman. The burgers were great, the milkshakes were great, the movie was pretty bad. After an hour we were still drunk …
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You can’t go home again
As if the current bout of nostalgia I mentioned in my last post wasn’t enough, my old roommate Palle just moved out of the place we shared for nearly a decade, and which was my homebase when visiting San Francisco after moving to the UK. It’s good news really, he’s upgrading and off to new adventures. But I’m having some feelings about it; first of all it means I am unlikely to see our cat Harold again. She’s already in her teens, and he’s moving to Arizona, which is someplace I don’t have much reason to visit (Palle I’ll see …
Turkey and burritos
On the weekend of the 23rd, we had an early Thanksgiving with John’s parents, George and Kathryn. I had made two practice pumpkin pies with the Halloween jack-o-lantern and although the third attempt was with canned pumpkin I was pretty pleased with the results. John’s turkey was very good indeed, and John got to open some early birthday presents, so a good time was hopefully had by all. On Thanksgiving itself we were on a flight to San Francisco. We lucked out and had a row to ourselves, we watched the first ten minutes of Hustle, which was disappointing, How …