Saturday we headed over to Meg and Rusty's to BBQ, catch up and watch the doggies play.
Indy finally met his cousins!!!! I call this photo, "It's too hot to play".


That night we took the train into Palo Alto...turns out Rusty was wrong about the train schedule...so we got to hang out in the car for a good half an hour...turns out it's fun to give Rusty a hard time about being wrong.

Once we were finally in Palo Alto we met up with Katie at a terrible bar called Old Pro...on the plus side, Katie had already had a few drinks (always fun to watch) and the bar had a mechanical bull. Good times ensued. :)



On the train ride back rusty wanted to make sure we all knew who was right about the return train schedule.

The rest of the weekend was spent relaxing with my parents. We walked around Saratoga and had a nice lunch at Max's...where I was pleased to note their eclairs have DOUBLED in size. I still have yet to ever tackle one of these beasts...I think I'd need to set aside a week to handle one of those suckers.
Before I left though I promised my dad I would blog about his most astonishing accomplishment to date. His most excellent....wait for it....sock tan. He's convinced it's a sign of his athleticism and golfing skills. I'm sure it's a sign that he needs a bottle of self tanner...or maybe some flip flops.
Behold.


And here...are just some cute photos from the ride home.


Weekends are never long enough. I propose a standard four day work week.