RB = Redondo Beach, by the way. And yes, that's my hand with a beater of gluten-free chocolate chip cookie dough and a Guinness. I can honestly say I've never had a Guinness before. Who knew what I was missing? (although, I only had 2/3 of that one before I gave it up to T for "disposal". Those bad boys are heavy!)
This weekend M finally made good on her offer to treat the roomies to tapas at a great restaurant on the pier. There was a little confusion over what to order,
but all turned out well in the end.
Saturday T and I decided to go to the beach. By the time we actually got there, it was starting to cool off again, but we were mostly troopers. Mostly means that T was a trooper. I had a blanket.
When we came back to the house, we found B in the kitchen, preparing his brand new episode. I was having the undeniable urge that comes over me every several weeks to make chocolate chip cookies, so my workspace was...in the corner. Oh well, you know what the Sexy Vegan says about baking...
But I was okay with it.