Why have I still never eaten here? WHY?

JJ and Marisol in Versailles, my favorite Cuban restaurant in LA.

A different restaurant, showcasing the main reason I may move back to the States one day.

After Cuban and Mexican, time for something a little less challenging, with Randy and JJ. The food here's really quite good, actually.

Jeanne Moreau! Miles Davis! Old French movie! What's not to like? (And that is me under the marquee, not that you can tell.)

Sitting in LAX trying to be all tranquil while my flight gets pushed back farther and farther.

Matt, Andy, Conor and I enjoying Shiner and meat in the Santa Cruz mountains ...

... and then the malt liquor came out, and it was all over.

Hung over people ready to hike through Big Basin ...

... and the same hung over people, ready to stop hiking through Big Basin.

Back in Sunnyvale, with Celeste and Charlie.

Dave and Emily.

Conor insists on taking a picture with me in it.

Andy and Conor, in Oakland. .

Andy, Rachel, myself, and Ann, whose shirt I am not looking into. I'm looking at her hand. I swear.

On the drive to PDX with Conor, we stopped at the sundial bridge. This is one view.

And another.

And a more useful, representational view.

Did I mention it was around 100 degrees? And Conor had no air conditioning in his car? So we stopped and ran through the sprinklers.