Last night we went to another party at the home of the fabulous Rob and Jake. The boys, as usual, had wonderful guests, and food, and booze. A good time was had.

Benito has hidden opposable thumbs. Okay, we’ve never seen these hidden thumbs, but he uses them to open cabinets and closets. We know this because we’ll find doors open for no reason and he looks smug.
Occasionally, though, he gets nailed:

One of the holiday events we like to attend here in San Diego is December Nights in Balboa Park. For one weekend, the museums (almost all) are open and free, the international houses all are open and serving food, Spanish Village art colony is open and selling everything from jewelry to glass art, there are choirs and bands playing, and many thousands of people crowd the park for a holiday celebration. This year in the rain.

It wasn’t raining when we headed out, or when we parked many blocks away, though it had rained a lot that morning and a few sprinkles were still possible according tot he Weather Channel. We took out chances. The questionable weather kept the crowds down a bit so that was a bonus. It made the lines for the Polish food shorter (we got pierogis):

After being there for a while and just after getting the food, the skies opened and we missed the umbrella which was staying fry in Christopher’s car’s trunk. We ended up huddled in the doorway of the Germany house (which looks into the Israel house and I always wonder if that is deliberate) while it poured. (This was taken later, after it slowed a bit):

The rain chased off more people and the long lines for the Scotland house’s desserts were reduced to about nil, so C tried an Edinburgh Cloud:

That is a lemon meringue ball covered in raspberry sauce. He found it quite tasty.

The food is a big selling point. There are Indian Tacos (I think those were actually Native American tacos as their booth was near one of the local tribe’s booth):

And the workers in the House of Palestine’s booth were dancing:

And in the House of Peru’s booth you could get an interesting beverage:

The rain never really stopped completely after it started, so we ducked into one of the museums that didn’t have a line. This was the Automotive Museum. Many very cool cars (including 3 generations of the Miata exhibit) but one of my favorites was this one:

By that time we were cold, damp, and decided to make it a night, hoofing it back to the car. Hopefully next year it won’t be wet for the event (it rained worse the first night!).