Seems like the heat wave is finally on its way out.
Luis and I came home rather late because of Kathryn's birthday party last night. We woke up late to find a message from Butters' "grandma" (in quotes because I am not really comfortable with the dog park convention of calling owners moms and dads. Used here however because it helps more to convey her relationship as the owner of the bitch who gave birth to Butters.) saying that she won't be home, much to our relief. We both needed more sleep.
In the afternoon, we had a lunch/dinner date with Amanda and Syrus at his parents' place in La Jolla. She warned me that Butters might get lost in the yard since it's pretty big. I dismissed it because 1. I couldn't visualize in my mind just how big it is and 2. had no idea it was on a hillside with copious vegetation. I thought a little white dog, if I can find him in the dusk when all other colored dogs have disappeared into the night, then I can find him amongst the greenery.
The house is located on Mt. Soledad. In addition to a gorgeous view (why didn't I bring my camera again?) of the cove, the ocean, pier, and beaches, it had a sloped yard that could've been any child's dream with secret paths, trees, and secret places to play and run in. If a 70 lb black dog can disappear, I'm not even going to keep track of where Butters might go. I trust that he loves us enough to come when we call him.
The other thing she wasn't kidding about was the combination of the meal being lunch/dinner. The dining room, adjacent to the kitchen, presented the entire view the property has to offer. Throughout the whole dinner, the cool ocean breeze never let up through the balcony doors. I felt like I was vacationing in a private beach house, escaping the summer heat of Mira Mesa. When they invited us to sit down, I noticed the table was "informally" laid out with a plate, two glass bowls, two glasses, a knife, two spoons, and a fork. Yeah, don't ask me about the names about any of them. I just remember (was it in Titanic? Or some kind of movie.) to go from outside and work our way in. Plus, the table was so big and I was far away enough from Syrus' parents that I don't think they can see what utensil I was using. Not that they would care, I think.
Anyway, lunch/dinner. The table was laden with food before the main course even arrived. Five different cheeses. Bread, crackers. Many different vegetables. My stoplight salsa. Enough roughage to fill everyone up even before the main course. Syrus bbq'ed different sausages, asparagus, portobello mushrrooms, salmon burgers and corn. Amanda made potatoes with corn flakes, really flavorful.
The whole thing lasted from 2 to 6pm. We were eating the whole time and I loved it. Reminded me of dinner affairs in China. I wish we could have kept going.
At first, I was nervous being in Syrus' parents house, but they were such nice people. In the end, we were comfortable enough where there was even a bit of teasing.
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