i do not get involved with angry girls

i've been at tripp's this weekend and am heading home to portland tomorrow. having my grandparents' house as home base has continued to be nice. i am getting a decent amount of bonding time in.

other than part of yesterday this weekend has been great. friday i went with andrea and tripp to the getty where we took the architecture tour and then wandered around the collections spending the most time in the decorative part (my favorite) and with the impressionist paintings.

saturday was full. we went to the tar pits and i got a ridiculous amount of pleasure out of poking little tar puddles with a stick. we didn't make it into the museum and i would like to go back sometime and look at all the bones…so neat.

we went to santa monica and saw the beach and wandered down the promenade. i spent too much money and have resolved to severely limit my extravagences until i move and have a job. its stupid of me to be spending money at this point.

several months ago, when tripp was still on pain medication, we went to a californian french resturaunt with my dad and grandparents. it was very enjoyable, good food and good atmosphere. we decided that it would be the perfect place to take andrea and drove around looking for it to no avail. zagat's mentioned a french bistro that sounded like it could be it from the description. from what tripp and i could piece together from our collective memories, the resturant was on a small street off of a larger one, there was valet parking in front, there were white christmas lights outside and a front porch, the inside was a house with round tables, white table cloths, with the seating being near the kitchen and also near a staircase.

we made reservations for 7:30 and met up with kurt and jennifer. the street was small, off of sunset. there was valet parking, christmas lights, and a front porch. the tables were bare and square, the kitchen was not by the seating area, there was no staircase and the food wasn't as good as remembered. we're both convinced that we ate at a different place last time, but its so peculiar that they would be so close. perhaps it is the same place and tripp was high and i have a poor memory. my grandparents have no recollection of eating with us at such a place so they're no help solving the puzzle.

whether it was the same place or not the ambience was nice and we all had a good time.