Bullocks Wilshire

And now for something a little different:  an architectural tour!

A couple of weekends ago, the three of us

headed into Los Angeles before lunch time.  No, not into downtown, but out along Wilshire Boulevard to the Southwestern Law School campus.  One of the main school buildings is what used to be the Bullocks Wilshire department store, a revered LA icon for shoppers for decades.  Once a year they building is opened to tours (though there are private tours otherwise available), and Van jumped on the chance to buy tickets this year.  A guided tour by a librarian at the school,

a lunch up in the dining room, and an opportunity to see a building that is getting some reverential re-use - hooray!

And my gosh, is it any wonder why folks want to tour it?  What a glorious building. 

What beautiful details. 

I didn't take too many photos because I was drinking it all in.  It was a terrific tour (lunch was, well, lunch, and that was fine - we don't go to law schools for the fine dining!), and one I would recommend to other aficionados of such period pieces.

a birthday

I am writing this on the morning of Saturday, August 18.  I have decaf brewed and a piping hot mug of it beside me.  Conrad is still in bed.  It is now exactly three weeks since my 54th.  Long past due for a post, and a long post with a lot of photos to come.  Bear with me!

I woke up before everyone else on that Saturday morning.  In truth, I didn't sleep well that weekend - too much indulgence, maybe the altitude.  The nice thing, though, is that waking up early meant that I had time to myself to wander into downtown Breckenridge,

grab a decaf latte at Starbucks, and then see a little of the place. 

A few photos, some steps, and then it was back to the AirBnB to join the others.  Courtney and Robert were awake when I got back, Conrad needed more time.  That Conrad!

Once everyone was awake, we headed into town, parking near Starbucks so that everyone could grab a coffee.  Food and beverage in our bellies, we headed to the nearby free gondola so that we could head up to the mountain ski resort village and look around. 

That was a cool ride, fairly smooth for someone like me who doesn't like dangling off of a cable. 

Although we could have taken chair lifts higher (and done various activities on the bare slopes), we were already at 10,000 feet above sea level,

and we had a food and wine festival to get to.

The festival was different than I expected.  Not bad different, but different.  I kind of thought there would be chefs and tastings and demonstrations of cooking, but no, none of those.  There was the dinner (and a brunch on Sunday that we skipped) plus a "lounge" with food for the VIP guests (the lounge was the entirety of a restaurant on the plaza).  Otherwise, it was like a farmer's market with nothing cordoned off. 

The wristbands prevented those who hadn't paid for the festival from tasting.  We could wander among the stalls and find things like the hematite bracelet I bought for Conrad or the candles I purchased and still taste wines and more.

The wines were not from single wineries.  In some cases, there were conglomerates that owned wineries worldwide, and so you might have NZ, CA, and Italian wines all at the same stall.  There were also importers and even a wine and spirits store in nearby Frisco represented.  Oh, and spirits producers!  Robert and I especially appreciated that one.  So we arrived for the VIP time, ate some lunch, and got to tasting.  After one pass round, we took a break, then went out for more, though Conrad and Courtney stayed in the coolness of the lounge.  All in all, we were there three hours.  I poured out much of what I tasted, not because it was awful but because there was a lot to taste.  And we drank a lot of water!  There were some good wines

and spirits,

though, and it was nice to try them.  We couldn't purchase liquor at the event, but I found the Breckenridge Gin

at the store in Frisco on the way home and brought it back to California.

Naptime for all,

and then it was the walk into town

for dinner at a place that looked promising.  It featured a raw bar, and I thought that would be welcome after a day of wines and such.  And, indeed, the oysters at The Carlin were excellent

as were the biscuits. 

The rest of the food was fine,

but something clearly happened in the kitchen - we were seated nearby, and it was an open kitchen, so we could watch things going on - that fouled up our entrees and led to quite a delay.  And the inevitable happened - people know they messed up, and they avoid coming to check on us because they don't want to hear questions or complaints.  It was still a nice birthday dinner, but the cooking was unfortunately uneven as was the service.  I'd go back for a martini and oysters, but I might try elsewhere for entrees.  Ah well.

Sunday came, and my birthday was over.  I once again got out on foot without everyone, grabbing my Starbucks, taking a photo or two. 

The drive home

was longer than the drive to Breckenridge due to an accident shutting down the interstate.  A fine day for a drive, but a long drive.  There were very welcome tacos at Pica's for us at the end of that one.

And then it was Monday.  I was 54 and 2 days old, and we were flying home from Denver. 

A super weekend with Courtney and Robert, a terrific birthday.  Now then, what shall I do next year?

first Friday in August

Dialing into the waaaaay-back machine here.  I told you there was stuff to catch up on, and not in order.  And this isn't even a big one, to be honest.  I just like it because it was an evening to grill.  And that is a wonderful thing.

Van

bought us some, well, big-ass steaks. 

No two ways about that.  I brought over corn on the cob, and between us, we had the fixings for a big and satisfying dinner. 

Conrad

did his part, too:  setting the table, petting Olive.  The three of us outside.  A fine evening, some wine. 

What more could we ask for?

And as a bonus, Saturday morning walkies with the Little Girl!

We haven't had enough nights like this so far this summer, and we have a lot of stuff on our plate ahead.  A shame.  These are rare and delightful nights.  Here's hoping for another one soon.

back from BC

Well, hello!

So then, we are back. From BC, that is.  Alas.  I mean that last word truly.  It was glorious weather in BC, and it was a sorry thing to have to leave.  I mean, come on:  this was my walk this morning! 

Wow.  Conrad opted to stay in bed, poor thing.

But I did get him out of bed for the trip home.

I sometimes hate that we don't live in BC.  I hate that I may be in the US for a long time to come.  This past week in BC showed me why.

Sigh.

Ah well.

hello from BC!

I am in the homeland at long last, though I head back to California tomorrow.  Once I am reunited with my laptop, I’ll get back to the blogging.  You hear that a lot from me these days, don’t you?

But I promise, more soon.

Meanwhile, here’s Conrad with me aboard a sailing from the Island back to the Mainland.  Happy Friday!

dinner in Fullerton

Hey, look!  Ed and Denice are in SoCal,

and as we did last year (last year?  the year before?), we met up with them at Summit House in Fullerton.  Kind of halfway between us in Pasadena and where they were in the Disney area.  Good enough.  Plus, I wanted that prime rib with Yorkshire pudding again.

So I had it!

But how great to see them both.  Next year, we make it to Rhode Island to see them there!