I Am Numero Uno, Anne Howard

I peed in the American River, as evidenced to the left. I am very proud of myself and Brian, for helping me out when needed, and for rescuing me from the ants who were eating my flesh. Anne Howard, I beat you now!

Brian and Mark visited prostitutes in Amsterdam. They had a lot of fun and brought home souvenirs. Brought me clog magnets.

This shot was taken really close to where I peed. We will always hold this place special, in our hearts.

Sacramento is very pretty this time of year. The leaves are changing on the trees, and the river, while super super low, is super pretty as well. Their house is great--kitchen was made for midgets, I swear some insane architect has the drawers so damned low I have to bend down, and the stove is electric, but they're going to renovate with a different, smarter architect who realizes not all Americans are 4 feet tall. The backyard is incredible--reflects Mark's subtly masculine taste. So does the house, for that matter. One item of Brian's I covet is this:

I hope he'll leave this for me when he dies. Or, maybe I can print out this picture and paste it where the original stood. ;-)

Two pieces of my father's artwork are displayed here, the eggplant one and the rabbit one. Forgot I gave them to him. They look good here.