Seven Alameda Years

Yesterday I commemorated seven years in Alameda with a margarita and a beer at Otaez.  Belle repeatedly reached for my margarita and spilled my beer.  This caught the attention of two men seated at a nearby table.  Both men were fathers around my age with children much older than Belle.  I had a lively conversation with the heavily tattooed divorced dad of the two.  He brought beers over later after Belle had gone to sleep.  What a pleasant evening!