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November 23, 2005
Wet hot American thanksgiving.
Yesterday, J and I went to Sausalito. While fairly pleasant, I think Sausalito is also fairly pointless. There's a cool little bar (named the No-Name Bar!) and a bunch of dorky galleries. That's about it, really. People have been telling me for-evah that when I go to San Francisco, I must go to Sausalito. Now that I have, I never have to go back.
Last night, we drank around a campfire.
This morning, I woke to the sound of several indecent people playing piano and singing at the unholy hour of 7:30 am. When I got up for the day, finally, I walked in on one of our mates playing ukelele in the Main House kitchen.
In the big kitchen, everything's labeled. Katie, the director, was a Montessori kid. I'm entranced by the industrial-sized stove. Eight-burner!
The Douglas firs and redwoods are so very tall, and they smell fantastic. On our first night, we saw a deer.
We're in Sebastopol jacking the library wireless, and then we're off to buy some bottles at Topolos and shop for Thanksgiving stuffed squash ingredients at Andy's Market.
I think tonight is Music Night.
I love camp.
Posted by eek at November 23, 2005 03:53 PM
Comments
Did you miss the restaurant where the bathroom key is attached to the Barbie (women) or Ken (men)?
Did you visit during the hours when the residents were napping? Cause there are some flat out interesting looking people who populate the place.
But truly, it's just a little town. Like if you took all of the interesting people from Bardstown Road, Crescent Hill and such and moved them to Waddy, Ky. The new residents would just wander around. There wouldn't be much to look at, but the coolness would be there, underneath.
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