Violet's happiest day ever

Due to my total lack of parental judgment, Violet got not one but two desserts today. We went over to the weird York Street Park, which has a big mosaic Quetzlcoatyl (sp?) and water fountains that come on and off unpredictably, proving this fact today by being shut off entirely. It was so hot out. It was so hot out that I took my shoes off and then hastily put them back on because the playground flooring was scorching. And there was the St. Francis Soda Fountain sending me its neon come-on from right across the street. I asked for a small chocolate malt, and it was indeed very small (particularly considering it was $4), and we shared it, sitting on a hump of the Quetzlcoatl and slurping contentedly.

Then later I had to go by Dianda's bakery. It's my friend Janet's bachelorette party tonight and thank the Lord she's not having some tacky affair with strippers and penis-shaped straws (you would not believe some of the accessories that come in penis shapes. I used to have a job where I worked on this party bus leading around drunk bachelorette parties from Martinez, and those girls would have penis tiaras, penis bubble guns, giant blow-up penises, deely-bopper antennae with penises on the end, t-shirts featuring penises or sometimes Life Savers that gentlemen at the club were invited to lick off the shirt. A suck for a buck, they'd say merrily, those drunk bachelorettes. So klassy. But I digress.) We are all going to a mutual friend's house for dinner and pedicures. Now isn't that nice? So much nicer than strippers. I promised to bring something sweet to the dinner, so I stopped at Dianda's and got a couple of pounds of pine nut cookies. And after Violet had spent 20 minutes patiently waiting in the bakery line, rocketing around the display and informing me that "I wan this one and this one, this one, this one," I couldn't not give her a cookie. They're the size of a thin mint anyway, how bad could it be?