My Foreign Corresondent and I spent a romantic weekend in Guerneville last weekend. We stayed at the Woods, which was like staying on a porn set. The pool is supposed to be clothing optional, but seemed more like nudity required. We obliged. Mon petit, having come from a completely repressive society, drops his shorts at any opportunity. Our pool buddies at one point bid us a temporary adieu and made their way up to their room, where they left the door open, beckoning visitors to join in their post-pool activities. Our host wandered in at one point, but we stayed huddled by the pool.
We had an incredible meal at Eloise, a French restaurant near Sebastopol. Plate after plate of inventive flavorful sensations were set down in front of us by a staff that seemed even more excited than we. If not for the limitations of stomach space, I would have worked my way through the entire menu, every dish so masterfully constructed to tantalize and seduce our senses.