It's been weeks since I've seen Fergus and as puppies are wont to do he keeps growing . . . but has suddenly turned mellow . . . which I think is mostly about him having had his balls cut off. And yet the detesticularization didn't stop him from stealing Lara's sandal or twice running off with Sara's slipper.
We spent a wonderful Sunday evening/night/early morning at Mark & Mikelle's enjoying their gorgeous garden, climbing their treehouse, oggling at Mikelle's tile mosaics, eating lots of grilled food, comparing notes on pornography, soaking (at least Dia) in the hot tub, performing karaoke, playing XBox, listening to music, having many many conversations, dispensing and receiving hugs, laughing, capsizing a hamock (OK, that was just me), and drinking Mark's homebrew stout without ever figuring out the secret ingredient.
Owning to a variety of convergent events, this ended up being a reunion for the posse that went to Salt Lake City last year for the M&M nuptials as well as a reunion for the overlapping crew that made BRC amazing last year. Much needed love and good vibes.