September 12 was my 30th birthday, and in spite of my cold and my sore back, I had a lovely, relaxing Sunday with good friends, Becky, Bradley, and Wes. We had breakfast and discussed Proust at Figaro in Los Feliz...
...went on a splendid Sunday afternoon drive through canyons, (pretending we were somewhere besides Los Angeles,) then spent some time in the windy September-ness at Point Dume.
Then there was pizza from Mamma's, and then amazing from-scratch Becky Sroka four-layer-lemon-cake...
A good day. Now to tend to some secret belgian binding. (shhh....)
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