The Switch at Boswell's

Once again I visit the Regal Beagle (Boswell's) at the Pruneyard to catch up with friends, dance and drink a little. Funny how I see the same people every time I go there. This is TBone and I fake-smiling as we wait for the flash which didn't go off.

From Friends

Moxie wubs me, awww

These birds know how to party

I always marvel at how pigeons bunch up on lights or wires together. I wonder what they get out of it? I can't imagine that it's warmer, it's out in the windy open.

Mondays blow

I hated leaving Moxie at the kennel today. It's only for the day, to get her used to the place, but she was frantic not to go in, I hate that! I could have easily slept another 4 hours this morning.
Gary and I had Irish breakfasts yesterday at the Grand Dell in Campbell, with the Andersons. Our only agenda yesterday was to eat, drink, come home and take naps.

Saturday we went to the shooting range and then played video games till late, after having kickass oysters at the Fish Market with happy hour prices.

How awesome is that! I want a do-over.

Waiting for a court

Jan and I played badminton last night in Campbell. What a hilarious workout. If Gary hadn't introduced it to me, I would have never guessed that badminton was taken so seriously.

Phoenix in a Flash

Moxie and I took a road trip all the way to Phoenix last week. We had a blast. The drive is beautiful, easy, and fun. Moxie is so happy to ride along, and happier still to be able to get on the bed at the hotel.

From Phoenix 2008

I split the drive into two 6 hour drive days. I had (awesome) coffee with a friend and his dog Nanners in Fontana on my second leg of the drive on the way in to Phoenix.

I visited my brother, his wife, and three doggies in Phoenix. I also visited with my cousin Jenna and her hubby Lance. Another couple I just met also joined us for TDay dinner. It was kickass and I even got a moist maker sandwich to go, for the road.

I left Friday morning, sharing linner (it was 3 ish) in Fontana (again) with yet another friend who drove over from Tustin to meet me on my way up to Victorville, my halfway point.

I had two books on CD to listen to, "Magical Thinking" and "Oh Pioneers!" and two CDs of Fawlty Towers. They made the drive even funner.

My camera took okay pictures, but on the upload via my Treo to Picasaweb, they turned to poop.

Now that I'm back all I can think of is my next trip, to London. I'll be there in 25 days. Pip pip.