We came. We saw. We trolloped.
Trollop Fest 2004 was - as expected - a riotous adventure. Steph drove down to Philly from Ithaca Thursday night. She is a teacher at Cornell's Hotel School and quite a "foodie", so Gary spent the evening preparing dinner. She got there about 8:30 and just as we sat down to eat - roast duck, garlic potatoes, white asparagus with homemade bearnaise - Gary's beeper went off and he had to go into the hospital to do an appendix. Poor guy. But Steph and I enjoyed the food, drank a Red Zinfandel ("Cardinal Zin") that Laurie sent for Christmas and watched Caddyshack and The Holy Grail.
Our flight was at 6:00 a.m. the next morning - I'll post some of the pictures and the Trip Report soon.
Another one of those amusing "Who Are You" quizzes - this one is about poets. I'm this guy . . . who just so happens to have authored the quote at the top of my home page: