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a few moments that I don’t want to forget

early morning toast and tea at Chateau Fagot

being a glutton and snarfing one strawberry after another (probably the best strawberries that I’ve ever had) while driving north on 1 after Anna bought a mega-box of them from a roadside stand

driving the Black Wolf behind the Scrambler - the San Fran fog made the sunlight smear the buildings and the Stones “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” poured out of the truck into the street. we were quite the black leather, black vehicle little caravan, Ben and I. A man on a bike with a kid propped in one of those handlebar seats caught eyes with me and gave me a smile “I feel you, I was you, you’re having fun and so am I”

having a breakfast of bananas and peanut butter with Anna on the side of a valley at the foot of a redwood while looking at the middle of redwoods that grew from the valley below.

the owl

mike and leighton singing mike’s song, the best song of the set

Ode to LA

We rolled in on a sunny Tuesday day.
OMG, is that the 101?
Oh hey!
The buildings got big,
And the road got twisty,
And look over there, it’s the theater Disney!
“To Hipsterville!” We cried as we rolled towards Mary’s hood.
The roads got smaller,
The flowers got brighter,
And we thought: “This is all good.”
It was hard to track down the elusive Chateau Fagot,
And when we did, we cried, “Oh no!”
For lying on the carpet, still as a whisper,
Was Mary’s dog Hank, the resident mister.
We thought he was dead,
But alas he was not.
He was just an old dog and his hearing was shot.
So we ate a good meal,
And admired the flowers,
And though we went to bed late, Mary was up till wee hours.
Next day Chinese theater,
Cruising by Sunset Drive,
Windows down,
Cheesy pop,
Yeah, we’re so alive.
Santa Monica pier had surprises of its own,
From rollercoasters to waves to a cold ice cream cone.
Time to head east, on the bumper to bumper 10.
In the face of road rage, our reggae kept us zen.
And while we got our toes painted with colors of pizazz,
In walked the jump-suit clad, smiling Thas.
The teasing of Fatty Frossen began,
That poor helpless chap.
We teased through the first coat, we teased through the second coat, we teased through our disco nap.
Then we went to see art,
But mostly the people,
‘Cause some of them had their hair colored and spiked just like needles.
And then we were off to stuff our face the Korean way.
Raw meat, hot kimchi and a smoke situation that was cray.
We laughed, insulted Frossen, and tweets were inspired,
But we had to leave sometime, because Mary was tired.
So back we went to the Chateau Fagot, delighted with the day, sad we would soon go.
Waking early was far less than good, and made worse than ever knowing we were leaving the “hood”.
But one more stop before the departing bell,
Off to BBH to see Mr. Sjoenell.
So like true Sri Lankans,
We said goodbye 13 times,
And we hugged and we kissed,
And mourned with loud whines.
So farewell LA,
You beautiful dame.
We hope it’s very soon that we’ll see you again.

xoxo,
anna and heidi