Friday: Went to the Loudon Wainwright III concert. Everyone pretty much crashed after that.
Saturday: I ended up sleeping in very late (10:30a). Margie and Kitten took off and did some pre-camping shopping, so it worked out okay (I’m told — I still felt a bit guilty).
Headed over to the Casa for the Spirit of the Century game — only to have it canceled at the last second by Doyce falling ill. That sort of unexpected freed up our Saturday afternoon, so we went by the library, then headed home and relaxed a bit — Kitten played up the street, we played some CoX.
Sunday: Up earlyish to head off to camp, which was about an hour (with minimal traffic) from the house. On the way back down, since we were Kittenless, we decided to take in the new Harry Potter flick — we skipped the mostly-full 15-minutes-from-now showing and settled for one in 45 minutes. Margie called Jackie and invited her along, and we all seemed to enjoy ourselves.
Jackie headed off after that, and Margie I did some shopping at the Tattered Cover, then had an early supper at the Old Blinking Light, an upscale southwest bistro/bar, with a very yummy lamb-chile stew, good Caesar salad, tasty buffalo burgers, and a quite tolerable margarita. Service wasn’t great, but what do you expect at 3:30 on a Sunday?
And then we headed home and … well, actually spent the next several hours just sitting around and reading, nice and quiet and together. Which was pretty darned nice.