
That seems to be appropriate for this trip back to the Southern California: good times and sad times going hand-in-hand. We've had fantastic emotional highs and excitement peppered with sad good-byes and the dread of impending return flights. Not really a blue Christmas, and definitely not a white one, more mauve.
So, Merry Christmas California. You've brought us our loved ones and graciously kept us from having a blue Christmas without them. We appreciate it.
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I miss photo days. I remember glorious afternoons spent with the Whalewatcher, wandering the mean streets of East LA, photographing our way back home to a six-pack of the lady in red. There is something to be said about such tactile experiences.
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As I sit here alone, working diligently towards the end of the semester, someone just came on my speakers insisting that it "was too much butter out there," and that he needed to "flitter on. Bye. Bu Bu Bye Bye Bye."
Well, ramble on little doggy. We'll catch you on the other side. Over and out.

After a quick 5 days we are left sad and lonely, missing our friends all the more, but all will be well; we can look at the photos we took during their stay as well as these, that King M.O.B, himself, was nice enough to upload.
We thank you for the excellent times, dear friends. We look forward to seeing you soon, but for now...
Who's next?!
UPDATE: Guess who just got off the phone with the Lamigraws...
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