A small, but quality, group: Bob and George beat me there. Phil came wearing the cutest little $30 digital camera ever (and I ran home all set to buy one but they don't appear to be Mac-compatible) and a Howard Dean button. James brought more cookies, pecan-cranberry-raisin this time, with the usual delightful doses of cinnaomon, a tin for me (which I'm still enjoying) and a big Ziploc bag-ful for everyone else. The much-missed Mandy and her boy Jayden came by, and Robyn was there, too. Everyone stayed a super-long time -- I want the jobs everyone else has where they get those three-hour lunch breaks (wait. I already have that. I would just like one where I get paid a bit more). Robyn made out like a bandit, what with George burning her a CD and me setting up her first blog. We were at lunch so long that the 5:30 blues show on 9th Street had already started before we left Pacific Coast, so we enjoyed that for awhile, and the kid in the blue T-shirt dancing up front like Neal Cassady down at the Purple Onion. He was crazy, man. The end.
p.s. It appears Phil's little camera has been making the rounds. It's a very busy little camera.