Beating a dead horse

I thought I would take some time this Monday morning to belabor a point that I have made countless times over the past 4 months: I LOVE living in San Francisco. Things happen here that would never happen back at home, and that makes being here so interesting to me.

A quick rundown of the weekend: Friday night was dinner at the German place Suppenkuche with Joseph, Margaret, and Peter, then drinks at Sugar. Saturday we got breakfast and then Wyeth and I went to this AWESOME shopping event. They had 50 or so local boutiques all under one roof and they all brought their clearance merchandise. I got $800 worth of clothes for $200, including a $9 Splendid top and a $30 pair of wide-leg James jeans. After that, we took Paisley to a local dog park and she has a new boyfriend. He's a pug named Oliver and they French kissed. It was maybe the cutest thing ever! Saturday nigth Wyeth and I went over to our new friend Nicole's house and had an awesome time. There were 6 of us there and we sat around eating some incredible food she made (tofu & avocado spring rolls, curried chicken salad, bean and avocado salsa, and tons of chocolately dessert finger foods). I met Joseph and his man-crew at McTeague's for a few minutes afterwards then headed home.

Yesterday was so fun too...I woke up early and went to my 9:30 Bar Method class (still painful, but less so every time. A great sign!) then got a grilled cheese at the diner around the corner from me. After a 3 hour (yikes) nap, we took Paisley to Fort Mason, then I went over to Joseph's for this incredible pizza from Tommaso's and we watched Traffic.

I can say that every weekend here, even the boring parts, has something cool to offer. Whether it's a new person, a new bar to grab drinks, a new hole in the wall restaurant, or a new place to shop, you never know where you will end up. And that's priceless to me!