Drizzle, rain, and the occasional deluge. For the first time in two years I actually drove up the street to the café for brunch rather than walking. It helped that the other party present had a car with her!
So what else do you do on such a day but laze on the couch and listen to old CDs, reminding you of your youth and making you think more on Henry Rollins’ diatribe on “growing up.”
…and to round off the weekend’s theme of Nepal and the Himalayas, read some brochures in the morning about mountain bike rides tours in the area, then went out in the evening to see Himalaya at the Lumiere. Not a lot of story to it, but more incredible mountains to view.
