Life in the Land of Dreamy Dreams

Friday afternoon Charlie came back with me. I’d bought him a frilly shirt and he felt like an ass. He wasn’t really excited about it…he even went out the house’s side gate into the car, and made me promise him that he wouldn’t look like a moron. I promised him that if he felt like an idiot, it would only be because he’d feel underdressed.

We went to the last seminar of the day, which was given by Tony Swatton, who is a majorly amazing artisan who’s done the weaponry, props and armor for just about every movie you’ve ever seen. Plus he’s a really nice guy.

He made/maintains the armor for this pizza chain in California. He said it’s a lot of fun but always comes back a mess:

Then it was off to dinner. I’ve got video and such also but haven’t had a chance to get through it all, but here are a few of dinner.

We knew we were in trouble when we got there and there was a sandwich board outside that said “Locals love us and you will too!” We took a look at the steamtable pasta and jambalaya and had dinner elsewhere, but it was a really beautiful night, and a huge kick. Tourists walking by would stop dead in their tracks, staring up openmouthed at the balcony.

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