The relative heat and humidity didn't do much for my wakefulness or attention span. Basically, I was a sleep junkie all weekend.
Now that I made it through all of the pieces, I want to watch again with the commentary. I am NetFlix's favorite customer.
Yesterday's chapter in the brunch book focused on Cafe Flora, where we were presented with shots of orange juice and the servers were very attentive. I think that we might have invited this when we started our visit by ordering water and passing packets of sweeteners around the table as part of a taste test (results: splenda & equal, unequally chemically; real sugar, good).
According to Chris, my wearing of khaki pants apparently signified a love of Jesus.
At breakfast, everyone was talking about the greatness of Salumi [menu], which I haven't visited mostly because of the whole not eating flesh of beast1 situation. But, I did pick up a fake turkey salad sandwich made by Vegete for dinner that was just fantastic even though I'm not generally a fan of fake meat products.
(1) this phrase is probably only funny to those who learned rules of composting at the MSU Student Housing Corporation. And even then, not that humorous.