All I remember is this: we were visiting, and hanging out at her father's mountaintop golf course. Then a big bunch of us went out to eat. I remember locking up my bicycle (the bicycle I had in collee) after we got to the restaurant, but I also remember Lothie commenting on the smog and congestion while we were getting there.
At the restaurant, other people had ordered a calzone-ish thing called a "gunship" as an appetizer, but some parrot associated with our group had been nibbling at it and we rejected those pieces.
I have no reason to believe that this will make sense to Lothie or anyone else.
In other news, I discovered yet another connection to Lothie this weekend, through Tim Scales. It's kind of nifty how many different paths I have to her.