SERIOUSLY?
So I just spent an hour writing half of my next California post and Squarespace crashed and deleted it. From now on this is a blog dedicated to recording Squarespace failures while trying to write the blog.
So I just spent an hour writing half of my next California post and Squarespace crashed and deleted it. From now on this is a blog dedicated to recording Squarespace failures while trying to write the blog.
Maybe you read that last post and thought "Boy, Brigham, it's neat that you went out to California and saw so many dear friends." Well, what if I told you that not only were all THOSE people in California when I was there, but Andrew, too? Because he was! And I managed to catch him down in Newport Beach Sunday afternoon before he drove back up to Utah. First we ate tacos at Bear Flag then we drank milkshakes in Huntington Beach.
Then, just in time to catch Andrew before he hit the road, Keith and Leslie and the boys showed up at the beach house, too (it wasn't a surprise, though, I had made them come down).
By night fall, Collin and Carol had arrived. I put my rarely used 50mmf/1.1 lens on my camera and we walked up the beach to the pier. Collin and I took a little side trip to TK Burger, and then we reconvened for additional pierside hanging-outs.
At 12:30 Becky and Greg showed up. And in the next post I will tell you why.
Grumpy Disclaimer First: I'd written a real lovely original version of this point that got deleted by Squarespace. So here's a second effort. I will bring as much of my original passion for the subject matter as possible.
So nearly three weeks ago I ran off to LA for a long weekend. Collin picked me up and we ate at the Alibi Room, El Super Taco, and Twohey's with Mallory. And Keith came to Super Taco. I'm starting with pictures from Twohey's, our last stop of the night, so I can begin this account with a picture of humans instead of a quesadilla.
Collin and Mallory slept over at Grandma's and got to see Aunt Louise and Uncle Bob before heading home. I hung out with Grandma that day which meant I got to go to my second cousin once removed's baptism. Greg and Becky came, too. There was a good after party after the baptism and on the way home I went poncho shopping at Target because rain was on the forecast for Monday and we had BIG PLANS for Monday that we couldn't let rain mess with.
UPDATE: Squarespace crashed again while I was working on this post, deleting what would be the second half of this post. So now I'm writing it for the third time. Sheesh. Am I being forced back to Blogger? It seems like it.
That evening I met up with Collin, Mallory, AND CAROL for dinner at Night + Market Song. I paparazzi'd them when I noticed them crossing the street.
Now I don't feel I've got any right to tell you what LA restaurants are hip and happening, but if I did, I'd tell you Night + Market Song was. It's one of those fine places where, if you move past just ordering pad thai and massaman curry (which, you know, are still dope) all the time, you find Thai food full of punchy, funky flavors that are where the party's at.
A Secret to Successful Marriage: Begin every meal by agreeing to have a good time.
A nice papaya salad
Grilled fatty pork neck with a chili sauce that I might have been eating by the spoonful as the plates were being cleared
Pork marinated in condensed milk and tumeric. An A+, must order super-dish.
Best named dish of the night: The Startled Pig pork salad.
Another champion: Crispy rice salad.
Khao soi
Beef panang curry
Mango and sticky rice, the tried and true Thai dessert staple
Roti with condensed milk and ice cream, one last unexpected stunner of a dish. We almost got in a fist fight over the last bites.
Telling stories or something. Right now I realize I might not have told you that Art was at dinner, too. Guys, Art was there.
Not only is Night + Market Song delicious, but it's also good looking, in its own way.
After dinner we stood outside for a while trying to decide what to do next. The eventual decision: to go hang out at Collin and Mallory's and wind up getting ice cream, too.
Two Wickets, same age, differing amounts of attention.
Coming soon...