Sunday I hid out on the Beaver back patio, indulging in chain smoking, multiple cups of coffee, and general shit-talking. Their breakfast is pretty much to die for - my most favorite (confirmed on Sunday) is the grilled croissant with about 0.8L of coffee and a mimosa (to remind myself to act like a lady).The Beaver back patio is, as far as I can tell, a fenced in parking spot. For some reason, that makes me love it even more.
Last night,
Jen, Mark and I took Izzy for a walk. Mark spotted these guys while we are out. They reflected pretty much exactly how I felt on the walk. Looks like they have been there for a long time already, and they aren't going anywhere. I wonder if there is anything inside them.