Last night when I turned in I fully expected to get up early, walk the dog, and head to Pomona. Got up, looked outside at the howling wind, rain pelting my kitchen window and thought well maybe tomorrow. The last time I went on a Thursday with rain in the forecast, I ended up sharing the last tri-tip sandwich from a closing vendor at about 1:00 in the afternoon under an umbrella of dubious structural strength with one of Lex Joon's crewmembers. He didn't speak much English and I certainly don't speak any Dutch. But we both seemed to communicate to each other that it was good eats, and that it totally sucks to be rained out. The worst part was the LONG walk back to the car. Turns out that today wouldn't have been that bad. Oh, well... tomorrow's another day!