klwilliams

Friday evening my beloved and I met up in San Francisco with

tafelspitz for dinner at my favorite Spanish restaurant (by virtue of it being the only Spanish restaurant I've been to, but it's fabulous) B44, on Belden Alley. I think the fact that there is a row of fabulous restaurants on an alley in SF is just cool in its own right, and the oldest restaurant in the city is on the street at the end of the alley.

The next morning, after a fun evening at the home of

j_i_m_r and

tafelspitz and the lovely Nora, we all went off to experience Chaz's version of porn. (I know what you're thinking. I know what you're thinking, too.) He describes it much better than I can here.

We came home to starving-I-tell-you kitties, and today has been a slow day as I work on a story. The boys have been sleeping most of the day in a food coma (because they got fed when we got home, then got fed at their usual feeding time at bedtime, then got gooshy food after our breakfast), and Chaz is at the San Mateo fair. So I'd better get back to work while it's still quiet.