Close Meditations of a Visual Kind

S & K, our friends and neighbors from up the road, stopped by at 09:30 to pick us up for the road trip to fatfred's Sushi Bash in Tampa. We were the first to arrive in the parking lot after an uneventful ride down, but only by about 10 minutes. By a bit after noon we were seated and commenced to eat. Skippy & MK, S & K, myself and Herself, marjai with Sadie, annieguen, kalilove, shortly after we started the man with no name kenshusei, and a couple other friends all dug in and made a sizable hole in the buffet of SUSHI. And SASHIMI. And there was much rejoicing.

Even popperaussie (who stowed away in my camera bag, but at least he brought his own camera) was very happy, since mini_fred managed to bring back at least a wee bit of his shopping list from Oz. But I'll no doubt let Popper tell his one part of the story. All I will say is, kenshusei shouldn't of turned his back on his plate, leaving that much sushi on it and Popper sitting right there...

So there you San Diego Dim Sum-mers, eh?

Following the storging of our appetites with SUSHI, we repaired to fatfred's place across Tampa Bay for a bit more of a visit and captivating tales of The Lucky Country from Skippy. MK, still very much jet-lagged (they only arrived home on Friday) adjourned to his place to crash.

Tomorrow, when I've a better connection to the Internet Place, I'll post a few photos from Teh Par-tay. Specifically, I got a couple good shots of the opal pendant MK gave to Skippy. And I 'spect popperaussie will post a few pics of himself and the gang, too.

Meanwhile, though, it's time to sit back and digest. I am experiencing Fat Ole Hound-Dawg Syndrome...