We spent this last weekend with David and Carrie and Freya up in Alameda. The kids were at Bill's house for the weekend, and since it's the calm before the storm of track season (and OhMyGoodnessIt'sSeniorYearGradFestivities season for Danielle), we took advantage of the time to take a quick road trip. When we arrived Friday night, we spent hours just talking and catching up. I adore how we are able to fall in and pick up with absolute ease no matter how long it is between our visits. Saturday we took in lunch at a lovely restaurant on the water, took a scenic drive thorough several neighborhoods to check out unique houses and architecture, and then had a quiet afternoon. Saturday evening was a magical, musical, festive one, the four of us cooking and laughing and dancing in the kitchen before dinner. It felt like our own little version of The Big Chill (minus the funeral, of course). I'm telling you, it was the way meals are supposed to be made and enjoyed--among friends, with love. Sunday, naturally, we took in the Superbowl (or as I like to call it, the commercials and half-time show, enveloped by a football side show). We stayed as late as we could, knowing that I'd have to get up early to go to work the next morning. Too, too soon, we had to get on the road. I hope it's not long before we get back up there again.