This weekend was another one of those great happy weekends.

long evening walks
french food and cold coffees
sunsets
auditions ("Raise your hand if you want to be in the modern piece... I know Allyn does." "WTF?")
funny movies (please watch The Men Who Stare at Goats.)
and a John Dillenger gangsta movie (loud)
cooking and eating on the back porch (Justin's request - asparagus)
pretzels with peanut butter (Justin ate a lot)
Hairspray the musical ("You can't stop the motion of the ocean...")
desserts at Kaminsky's ("you've been here before, right?" "...Yes.")

and then -

my mataji showed up and i loooooved having her here!
It was her birfday weekend wif me and so she got flowers and then she bought a wine opener for us because we broke the last one, and then I was supposed to sneak get her coffee/breakfast in bed but was unsuccessful because she got up and we went for breakfast at the Sweetwater Cafe -grits, eggs, hashbrowns, coffee, english muffin (to share of course).
Went to the beach and walked straight through the bocce ball tourny - got washed away by the water - went for dinner at Vickery's and watched a wedding across the creek - inevitably couldn't convince her to stay.
She never called to say she got home.

I hate when she leaves.