Looky here who got together. Again.
We had some not-quite-so-very-great Mexican food (but with much redeeming cheese) in the village in Carlsbad. A so-purdy TV lady and a short-and-stout camera man were filming an opening sequence for a rather pathetic-sounding show on the sidewalk right where we were having lunch, which added greatly to our amusement, especially when we were talking about boobs and then realized that the TV mic might have just picked up that conversation (though not likely. Right?).
Proof that I am funny, so very funny.
Now all that's left to do is planning the next meeting.