A lot of things happened this weekend. I didn't take pictures of the first thing, which is good, because it involved Sara and Dave coming over for lunch and Sara being miserably sick and me making pizza that wasn't cooked all the way through (for the record, though, this is not what made Sara sick. Also, it enabled me to send her an apologetic email with the subject line "dough/d'oh!").
Then I went to a fun and snazzy reading for the lit mag Palabra at Tropico de Nopal. This is editor Elena Minor (the one without the giant head).
Meanwhile, AK made dinner for her sister Lori and brother-in-law Canny. By the time I got home, they'd been struck down by food coma.
We played trivia and it quickly became clear who the winner was, even though it was the '80s/'90s version and she wasn't born until 2001.
Sunday morning Alberto made brunch for us and others. It was yummy, and made even more so by his fabulous red walls.
The red walls also looked nice with the berries, tomatoes and AK's shirt. Next to those nice anti-oxidant-rich berries is a jar of a magical substance called something like "English double cream," which contains more calories than God. (I know, it makes no sense, but it's true. Trust me.)
We smiled the smiles of the well-fed.
Later that day we saw Feist at the Hollywood Bowl with Jody, Christine and friends. We sat in section W-"nosebleed"-8 and had a great time.