A new place always equals new things, especially with old friends. I just realized I met Jaclyn six years ago. Six years! She sated my thirst for Santa Claritan intellectual life - we used to watch indie movies, talk about books and music, and basically feel a tiny bit superior to the cultural black hole that I felt SCV was when I was a kid.
So. Davis is a new town. Sort of like a baby Santa Cruz - planned, but hippy-ish. A wonderful co-op.
Another first: mead. Elderflower mead. It left a bit to be desired. And who knew that Jaclyn would have such raucous friends?
More Davis (and a bit of Sacramento?) tomorrow!
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