California (and Bay Area weather in particular) has spoiled me horribly. 
I think I now have a 10 degree temperature range in which I feel comfortable. All else is either too chilly or too hot. 
I despise redundant bureaucratic bullshit.
And then there's Mere in the kitchen with the blowtorch...
My apologies for a bad candid.
I was drunk (and thus my face is flushed), trying really hard not to laugh while my drunken friends all discussed how sexy a chick in the kitchen with a blowtorch is, trying hard not to burn myself or overdo the creme brulee (there is fire coming out of that thing, though you can't see it in the picture), and also trying to look at the camera. Hence the stupid face. Anyway, there ya go.
And... I'm a serious dork. So...
I think I now have a 10 degree temperature range in which I feel comfortable. All else is either too chilly or too hot.
I despise redundant bureaucratic bullshit.
And then there's Mere in the kitchen with the blowtorch...
My apologies for a bad candid.
I was drunk (and thus my face is flushed), trying really hard not to laugh while my drunken friends all discussed how sexy a chick in the kitchen with a blowtorch is, trying hard not to burn myself or overdo the creme brulee (there is fire coming out of that thing, though you can't see it in the picture), and also trying to look at the camera. Hence the stupid face. Anyway, there ya go.
And... I'm a serious dork. So...
bapb:
Glad you did not burn yourself. 