Back in the Swing

On Saturday night a Yellow Owl and her husband came over for dinner along with Caroline and Albert. We had a great time, but I drank too much wine. Then, big mistake (for me at least), we decided to go to the Lone Palm. As you can probably tell from the martini glass, it's a bar. Ugh. We had to be up at 5AM to get Andrew to the airport, and it wasn't easy. I wanted to go to the Alemany flea market, but I slept the morning away instead. Looks like I missed a lot of great things.

But later I got some exercise, ahem, while walking to Tartine to get a banana cream pie (a mini pie--I'm not a total pig), which they didn't have anyway. So I got the seemingly less fattening lemon tart (also a mini).

I listened to a lot of good music.

I made a lot of Christmas cards.

And now I feel like dancing. I guess I'll have to wait till I see Andrew on Saturday to do that.