The Greatest Dinner of All

Welcome to the Greatest Dinner of All: March 29, 2007.

M.'s dad and stepmom collected us at work a few hours early, and from there we drove for almost two and a half hours across two and a half counties. It was a beautiful, temperate spring day.

Here we are, driving across the bridge:

Here is a view of the city from the north of the bay:

A field of mustard grass:


M.'s stepmom talking about the punk-rock aesthetic, whilst M. and I try to listen instead of drooling stupidly like cavepeople and fantasizing about dinner:


Napa vineyards: