Friday, November 29, 2002
Waking up this morning in bed, Patrick said, "My hands still smell like turkey." Sam came over and we drove to Baghdad Cafe where we met Adrienne, Kent, and Armando for brunch. We walked through the Castro, then stopped at Uncle Bert's Place for a drink. We split up after that—Patrick and I went home to rest and study and work on Domenica's website. Sam went home, too. We met them again for dinner at Catch where we met Armando's friend Claudio and a woman named Maria who accompanied Claudio.