For someone who just wrote a post about their excitement for fall and colder weather, I'm backtracking on my words just a little bit. Because it was all kinds of hot in San Francisco this weekend and even hit 91 on Sunday. Anddddd ... I loved it.
Our Sunday had originally started out like any other. We woke up and decided we wanted to enjoy a proper breakfast. It was my mom's birthday that day and after a resplendent conversation with her on the phone about the brunch we had planned for her up in Portland ("we" indeed- I coordinated with my sister from afar) and seeing the pics I was being texted of it - I felt like I wanted to enjoy some birthday fare too.
There's two ways to do brunch.
The first way involves waking up refreshed and leaping into the shower with a uppity tune reverberating in your head. You smile at the mirror while you brush your teeth, you happily blow dry your hair into the perfect style and you step into an adorably stylish outfit with the help of little chirping birds. You arrive at brunch refreshed, fantastically fashionable and energized for the day ahead.
Then there's the second way. The slow waking up, the "feed me" gurgles shouting from your stomach, the empty fridge you know has nothing for you. This is followed by the will to find food as fast as possible. You throw your dented hair into a forgettable ponytail and scramble into workout clothes as fast as you can to embark on your quest to eat eggs.
We chose the latter this day.
So we skipped out of our building and walked the few blocks to the eatin' street to get some grub. As we sat on the back patio under a canopy of sun drenched palm trees, I realized that today was going to be a beautiful day. A really, really beautiful day.
In order to actually enjoy some of it, I proceeded to then hit my normal Sunday errands with rapid fire: Grocery store, check. Apple store, check. Paper Source, check. Making sandwiches for lunch tomorrow, checkity-check-check-check.
Now let's go to the beach.
^We've lived here awhile now and I still am awestruck by this view.
^I picked up a new IPA for Jay to try.
^I longed for a sailboat.
^We opted to sit on the grass this time because I had just dealt with a ton of sand and I didn't feel like doing it again that evening. Living by the beach has been amazzzzing but the 10 million additional grainy, rocky roommates that come with and infiltrate every corner of your house are a bit more difficult to make peace with.
^I sipped a rose in my wine chiller. It was the perfect libration for the heat.
^Chandler spent his time fetching tennis balls which was basically secretly a trick to tire him out. We kept throwing the ball down the hill so he was basically cross fitting leaping up and down it over and over and over again.
^We acted as though it was straight-up July (as did everyone else we were with)
^Which is easy to see why!
I honestly could have sat there for hours more But alas, there were things to do and real life to tackle. But boy how I loved that little moment in the sun.
^Our cheers via Instagram