On Saturday we went to the wharf and had fish'n'chips and did some wine tasting (mainly delicious local wines). Then we went back to T's place to wait for him to get back from his night of drunken debauchery at The Standard (downtown LA) and played fetch with Rowdy (his doggy) who ran out with a tennis ball in his mouth the moment we opened the door. T got back not too long after we got there and after a walk and an unsuccessful attempt at starting a fire we headed into Carpinteria for dinner at a wonderful Japanese restaurant called Sushi Teri. Then back to the ranch where the boys relaxed on the porch with beers and cigars. Can you get more "ranch" than that?

T's mom and brother arrived late after taking many a wrong turn on their way down from the SF Bay Area. His mom actually ended up driving down to the Best Western in town after hearing about how T killed a monster-sized rat that got into one of the beds in the Lemon House (which is where they were supposed to stay) but alas the Best Western was full so she ended up coming back and spending the night with the rat. Which worked out great for the rest of us since she made a delicious breakfast for us on Sunday morning. Plus his mom is really fun and cool.

Afterwards they hit golf balls for awhile until it was time for us to change into our polo-watching outfits. T's friend Brock (from good ol' Texas) got us all into the polo club to watch what T referred to as the "West Coast World Series of Polo" complete with a fancy buffet and endless yummy champagne. If you've never been to a polo match, go! Immediately! The horses are amazing and is there any halftime in any sport that can beat stomping divets being rewarded for your work with free glasses of champagne? Nope.

After the polo match (Duende beat Windsor Capital 13-11) we headed back to the ranch and the nice Mexican family who works with T on restoring the ranch had prepared a delicious feast for us. I was still stuffed from the buffet so I didn't have much of the meat/rice/homemade tortillas, but I did partake of some of the fruit and played more fetch with Rowdy (who, I swear, has the best life of any dog I know).

So that was my weekend at the ranch. It's always a lot of fun, except the bathrooms, which I find really gross, and the resulting constipation. But I suppose its worth it to get to see my baby in a cowboy hat. Rawr.