We’re here. We’re Queer!
The flights were both flawless: on time, smooth, and uneventful. While waiting in DFW we stoped at an Irish pub I hit sometimes where I travel to Dallas on business. Corrie Ann and Devin seemed to enjoy the food.
“Dad, my favorite bacon cheeseburgers are from Irish pubs,” Devin was heard to say. The Guinness was definitely worth it.
We stayed over night in San Diego, then picked up our rental car and drove up to Costa Mesa. On the way we had Rubio’s fish tacos for lunch. Oh, dear Rubio, how I’ve missed your sweet, sweet … ahem.
We made it up in time to attend a BBQ, which was awesome with lots of good food and old friends. Some of the kids there I hadn’t seen since they were younger than Devin and now they are all graduated and living on their own.
Today, I am not sure what’s on the agenda. I really hope it involves more food. I’m starving.
And happy 29th birthday to my lovely wife!


“We’re here. We’re Queer!”