Sunday was a marvelous day. We started out with a sumptuous Dim Sum brunch at the Mayflower restaurant in Milpitas. Then we drove to downtown San Francisco to see the Tibetan exhibit at the Asian Art Museum. We learned many interesting facts during the docent tour such as:

• Peaceful Tibetan deities have blue hair, wrathful deities have flames shooting out of their heads.
• Tibetan gold often possesses a mysterious bright orange hue that we tentatively ascribed to the addition of Cheeze Doodles in the alloy.
• Tibetans invented the casserole dish long before Minnesotans, and fashioned them out of human skulls.
• The word "esoteric" means "knowledge that passes from a master to a disciple"
• Paintings and tapestries with black backgrounds are intended to be viewed by more advanced acolytes
• Yak butter is not made from the milk of male yaks
• If you meet the ascetic Buddha on the road, buy him a hot meal.

After the museum, we headed over to the Embarcadero for dinner at the fabulous Teatro Zinzanni. Nobody who knows me should be surprised to hear that I dislike Joan Baez, and her performance as the Gypsy Contessa did nothing to alter my opinion. She affected a hideous Cockney accent for her role that would've made Dick Van Dyke proud, and led the audience in a dopey Kum Ba Ya hand-waving performance of "I Shall Be Released" that had me flashing back to every lame hippy cliche that made the emergence of Punk Rock seem like a cultural imperative back in the Seventies.

The rest of the show was fantastic, however; Christine Deaver as Chef Penelope Wilde owned the stage and delivered a lusty, plus-size performance. Several men in the audience found themselves subjugated by her unstoppable libido into wearing such outre accoutrements as chicken hats and leopardskin fezzes, reciting Shakespeare, and singing "You Are So Beautiful" in high, squeaky voices. I would've been more than willing to bear her several children had she demanded it of me.

The food was passable, but not fantastic; the rice in my paella had the consistency of mushy oatmeal, and the dessert was a disappointment, but overall I'd have to say that the evening was a smashing success.

Well, back to work.