We just had a busy week and that’s not including the Drone Zone episode. We had a lovely group of 7 that came down from San Diego, plus another couple of guys from Ventura and then a token New Yorker?! We had chemistry to say the least and it was the kind of chemistry often found at the bottom of a bottle, or many bottles in this case. The waves were consistently good and while surf was a priority during daylight hours, in the night however, the silence of the lambs was drowned out in other ways. What was happening behind the door to room #2 is anybody’s guess, but I don’t think Marshmallow the miniature donkey is talking. Penny, my lone chicken is blushed with embarrassment and I don’t even think she got a phone number out of the deal. I did learn something last week. When this group returns I need to go buy liquor, lots of it and just triple up the order because how much I thought I needed was not enough. Then double the order again so the rest of us can get a drink after Lee is done:-) Love you guys…now I have to go deglaze room #2.