On the evening of the first day of Patti and Amy's visit we all went to Three Birds for supper. This is where Brendan worked for a couple years until he became a full time student. He still maintains a presence here and it remains one of the best places to get a beer, shoot a game of pool and watch football.
Amy and Brendan on the left, Drew in the middle and Kenzie and Patti on the right.
Brendan talking to a friend and Mugsy mugging for the camera.
Norah seems to be content with a sucker.
The following day we went tot he Farmer's Market which has been featured on this blog before. An artsy kind of place with liberal hippies and all kinds of organic foods. Also, everyone brings their dogs. Hippies like dogs.
It was a fantastic day and there were lots of people wandering around, probably doing last minute Christmas shopping.
This guy was a balloon artist. I hate balloon artists, along with clowns they represent a bad thing in the hidden recesses of my brain. Why? I don't know. What I do know, is if I was going to write a horror move, I would have a balloon artist in there somewhere.
Santa here was working for a fresh fruit stand. He'd get some fruit and put in his bag and then seek children with mommies wanting to spend money for things that make their kids healthy. Bah! Humbug!
And then there was this courageous young man.
Those aren't board shorts, fellas.
That there is a kilt. After looking up my family heritage I discovered a clan in Scotland that gives me the right and authority to wear one of these. And I immediately put it on my list of something to get for 2013. Yup. And when I do I'll post it right here on BFE. (Note to self: don't wear while riding the cycle.)
I have spoken of my love-hate relationship with street entertainers. This guy was playing the accordion for tips. He was pretty good too. He'd be playing along and folks would come up and chat. How can you do that?
Like I said, this is a dog-crazy city. And this dog, or is it a bear, was garnering a lot of attention.
There's Santa again,
looking for children and hippie moms into organic and healthy kids. Screw healthy Santa, give the little bastards Pretzel M & M's or Cherry. Both are sinfully good.
The Market is a pretty cool place where you can get your strawberries, tie-dyed T-shirts, organic cheese, bread and pizza, hats, blankets, metal art, and just about anything that comes to mind. I think Patti and Amy enjoyed it.
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