To the Getty and Back
We quite enjoyed being at the Getty, and were disappointed that we didn't end up having time to see any of the museum itself. The evenings were filled with visits to various of our friends, all of whom one or the other of us had known for at least 25 years (well, except for the juvenile contingent). It's always a great pleasure to meet and like the friends of one's friends. We also got to see remarkable performances by Molly, who is six years old. She began her evening's entertainment by reading two chapters of a book to us and then proceeded to sing and dance until dinner-time, when her attempts to pry John away from the couch resulted in much laughter among the three of us. Another evening we met two chihuahuas who immediately recognized that if they sat on my lap they would receive much petting. John was much amused at their ability to spot a Petter.
To our dismay, we did have to return well before we had worn out our welcome, but we enjoyed the drive back. The conversation was good, John decided he likes driving my car, and we found a radio station in Pismo Beach that played a stellar selection of hits from our earlier years.