Monterey Mischief, or In All That Time Since

I’m homeward bound on an airport shuttle bus after spending two days in Monterey with College Roommate Danielle and one persistent thought that’s been bouncing around my brain parts throughout the ride is that we shared a tiny one-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn thirteen years ago and in all that time since neither of us bothered to build back the boundaries we obliterated while living almost literally on top of one another as crazy college kids.

For the past two days we’ve shared a bed, a clothing store dressing room, salads ordered out of guilt, late-night pizza slices and close personal secrets and space typically reserved for those in long-term physical relationships.

And I think that’s lovely.

It’s comforting to know that to some I will always be a 21-year-old idiot.


College Roommate Danielle and I wandered into Harrison Memorial Library in Carmel-by-the-Sea after brunch today to hang out amongst free books when we happened upon a magnetic poetry board in the basement “Teen Lounge” which neither of us could pass by without making a contribution.

We were satisfied with our output, particularly the work titled “Corduroy”.

At the Friends for Fireworks

There's a unobstructed view of the Golden Gate Bridge from many of the rooms in Charlie and Danielle's house in Tiburon and for a time tonight the sky next to that big, beautiful structure was adorned with fireworks.

The show was spectacular, so much so that I couldn't bring myself to even attempt a photo because it wouldn't have done the scene justice. I did, however, manage to get a selfie of the fine folks with whom I marveled.