in which I actually go somewhere

Chaz and I are in Mendocino, up for the wedding of calendula_witch and her splendid fiancé Mark. I was amused to note, as we were preparing to leave, that it was Mac, not Barry, who slept on my suitcase, and Mac who sat on both my lap and Chaz's lap the night before we left. He must wuv us. Or recognizes that we feed him and give good scritches, though that may be what cats think of as love. We have good friends hanging out at the house and feeding them while we're gone, though.

The drive up here was gorgeous and very long. We took 101 to 128, which wound through spectacular stands of redwoods. This is the first road trip we've been on, and seeing the sights with my beloved was a joy. The winding roads, though, since I was the only driver, got old after a while, though this was greatly exacerbated by having to wait to pass through not one but two stretches of one-lane road for construction work. Still, the ride was beautiful.

We stopped for lunch in Petaluma, which Chaz told me is a spot on the cheese crawl he goes on periodically. We didn't buy cheese, but we did find a very good Italian restaurant downtown called Risibisi. I ordered the specials, butternut squash soup and sweet corn risotto, and was pleased with the results. We told the waiter we owed it to ourselves to look at the dessert menu, and were rewarded to find homemade doughnuts there. Om nom nom.

We're staying at the Headlands Inn, which is cute and comfortable and has a nice breakfast. Soon we'll head to the rehearsal, and tomorrow is the big day. It will be fun to meet our friends' other friends. And we passed through Albion just before Mendocino, so since we're up here we may get to see loupnoir. It's nice to have a vacation.