I’m back from NorCal! Mr. W and I drove up Saturday morning and got to college roommie Diana’s new tri-level townhouse in Sunnyvale 6.5 hours later, past noon. Diana was away on a pseudo-work-related volunteer project she was to be involved in all weekend, so I took the liberty of running around admiring the split level floorplan, nice dark wood floorboards, new appliances. I don’t think her place is even a year old. It also happened to be within walking distance of downtown Sunnyvale, so Mr. W and I went off to explore and to buy a few things while we waited for evening to roll around. One thing I found that was notable about being at Diana’s house without her is that I already knew where everything was. After living with someone for 3 years, you pretty much pick up on their storage and organizational habits. For example, I needed a plastic bag, so I went to her kitchen, looked at her bottom drawers, and found a bunch of old grocery bags tied up in knots in the second drawer I looked in.

We already had plans to play Rock Band with Mike and Christi (“wilco” and “flip flop girl”) at their house, so soon after I received their phone call, Mr. W and I drove out to their new house. Very nice! Everyone seems to have new houses with upgraded floors and kitchens. Mr. W and I were very happy for them, and only slightly jealous for ourselves. A few Rock Band songs later, I realized that I’d missed a call from Dardy, so I called him up and coerced him to come join us for some Rock Band and sushi (Rockin’ Sushi?). Mike said he was making enough food for 8, but college roommie Diana was on her way to the gym and her boyfriend was still working, so it was up to the 5 of us. I think we pretty much finished everything except for a few chicken shish-kabobs.

And then we discussed the impending weather the next day. The reason we were up there was for college buddy Jimmy’s wedding the next afternoon, and all week the forecast called for rain that weekend. The ceremony was to be outdoors in Golden Gate Park’s “Shakespeare Garden,” and the usual climate is ocean-fog-cold anyway, so with the 60% chance of rain made everyone nervous. I was going to be wearing layers, i.e. long velvet skirt with a fitted velvet bodysuit inside, buttoned over skin-tight running capris. Who’d know? They all laughed at me when I told them what I was wearing, and I told them, “Laugh now, but tomorrow when you’re all freezing and I’m the only one with a warm butt…” How wrong I was.