Let’s talk about how amazing this weekend was. Because honestly?? I did NOT want it to end. The weather in SF was un-freaking-believable. 70s. Sunny. Not a cloud in the sky (evidence above!). Here’s what my weekend looked like:
1 — A Saturday afternoon stroll along the Embarcadero. We stopped for wine and snacks on the patio at Epic, and walked all the way down to the ballpark. It was too warm and lovely not to!
2 — Earlier in the day, I finally made it to The Brixton for brunch. We scored a prime seat, right next to the patio doors, so we could easily people watch but not feel like we were eating on the sidewalk. Had the best fried chicken salad ever (I went big). Joe had two Bloody Mary’s (he went very big).
3 — Even earlier, we’d started off our Saturday with a late morning stroll on Union Street. I can never resist snapping pictures of the gorgeous pillows in the windows of Krimsa. It always makes me want to get all new throw pillows for our entire house!
4 — Something about this sign always gets me. Walking around downtown you’re bound to get some typography inspiration.
5 — I was very amused by this interpretation of my name. Only at Starbucks.
6 — The sunset made the Bay Bridge look almost golden. Pure magic. The phone could not come close to capturing the color.
7 — But it did accurately capture how beautiful the sky looked in the late afternoon. Beautiful cerulean!
In true SF fashion, today it’s extremely foggy and and 47 degrees. Oh, and there was an earthquake this morning that shook the windows and jolted me awake at 5:30am. Hello, Monday! I don’t care what anyone says, after 9 years, I’m still not used to them!