ANYway, we had dinner at El Aztec-O. Mountain of Salad: good. Peas! Mmmm. Then we walked around a bit. And had a lovely drive there and back, too.
Last time I was there, c.1998, was to (a) check out the city to see how livable it seemed and (b) see if we couldn't meet with the kick-ass feminist philosopher Marilyn Frye, who teaches there (but she wasn't in).
I like doing some drive-away thing on a school night. It's almost defiant, or something like that. "WhatEVah, O Weeknightédness!" it sez. "I'm cutting out anyway. And I'm gonna drink a large Polar Mocha at nigh on 9 p.m., t'boot!"