I met up with Rhesa yesterday for a lunch of clam chowder at Pier 39. After attempting — unsuccessfully — to wolf down our entire bread bowls, we window-shopped the pier and talked about school, faith, work, cute kitties, and other bloggers. But alas, the afternoon was over too soon, as I had to meet up with my old grade school friends for yet another viewing of The Two Towers. It was even better the second time around.