The chef has left the building

Robbie and Brent

I somehow managed to sleep a little past sunrise on the deck, then the task began of cleaning up anything that was left aflutter from the meal that happened.

Once the truck was loaded up with dishes and pans and other implements of culinary magic, I caught the photo above and we sadly waved the lads onward to Napa.

We took our sweet time shaking the cobwebs before heading out for a day of thrift store shopping. On the agenda– buy trashy truck stop hooker clothing for the parade that would happen later in the week.

Damn Martijn and his frame for being able to fit in the most appealing of ensembles.

Dinner was leftovers, and it was just as good the second time around.