Because that's been the choice in the Unraveling world lately. Based on the number of times I posted in June, it should be obvious that there's been more knitting and less blogging. But what do I have to show for it? Not a whole lot. June is always a hectic month. A monster birthday month. And this June there were retirements, grunion greetings, three knitting events, neighborhood meetings, and welcoming wandering children home. Not to mention pandemonium at work. Holey Moley! That was an especially hectic June. No wonder I lagged behind on blogging. But now that I've finished the Vacanze Romane series, I should be able to pick up the pace. One can only hope...
This long holiday weekend was spent catching up. And having fun. Well...to be honest...more fun than catching up. We had a grown-up dinner and theater party at our house on Saturday night. We actually ate in the dining room, all dressed up and proper. And the show, The Thousandth Night, was excellent. The evening would have been perfect without the blueberry holocaust (use your imagination - it involved a mop, stained feet and tragic loss of garnish) but it was lovely just the same.
And the fun didn't stop there. I went to a bar-hopping party on Sunday in San Francisco to celebrate Rachael's birthday. Our first stop at Cha-Cha-Cha on Mission was for dinner. The mussels were exceptional, as was the Bombay Sapphire Martini and the warm spinach salad. But I had to order my damned Pelligrino three times before the waitress finally brought it. 
That's Rachael and Lala with their sizeable entourage. We proceeded on to the Tonga Room at the Fairmont Hotel for cocktails and dancing. Then walked half a mile to Encore at Polk and California for Karaoke (that's kahrah-okay not carry-okie). Let me tell you that Rachael can sing like Patsy Cline. I thought I just might die hearing her version of "Crazy". And we heard from Lala, and Christy, and Nathania, and, and, and...many others in our party. We were a very melodious group. We also heard from all the drunks in the place. Classic can't-remember-what-I-did-last-night non-melodious drunks, but we were having too much fun to care. I had a blast and even enjoyed the cab ride back to the East Bay.
I'd heard that five-and-a-half million Californians were going to be out on the road over the Fourth of July holiday so I decided to stay home and spend the day in pajamaed glory. I ate, knit with Pamela, watched Kinsey, did laundry, relaxed, and listened to several cities' fireworks with my better half snoring at my side. My idea of a day well spent.
So today's Rachael's actual birthday. Go on over and wish her a happy one.
