It’s raining cats and Zuuls out there, but nevertheless we’re flying out of Richmond this morning for a weekend of wedding festivities in Sacramento. It’s always surreal to be out there because much of what’s “old” in town dates to, oh, say, the 1960s (it’s okay, I’ve packed appropriately!), but we’ll no doubt seek refuge in the truly old-ish part of the city.
With cowboy boots on my feet and my DROID in hand, it’ll be like Back to the Future III! It’s nothing like the 1790s environs of a couple of weeks ago, but in a pinch I’ll take the 1860s. Yeehaw, y’all. BBL.