Weekend Wonderland

A good weekend is probably one of the best things in the world. Really. It's 48+ hours of goodness and untainted time. A hard week of work and stress is always met with an untamed excitement that screams "hallelujah!" at the top of it's lungs when 4:15 rolls around. Even with errands to run during these precious 2 days, getting them done and crossing to-dos off a list is cathartic in a way. You even feel like you earn a gold star for "successful operation completed" when things are taken care of and lifted off the troubled, anxiety-ridden work brain.

Indeed, my work brain is on these days (anxiety overloaded), even though I am still an unemployed lady (the cause of the anxiety). It truly is amazing what all a person, who is deficient in employment status, can keep busy with. Nonetheless, I still savor the weekend, the tasks that need to be taken care of, and it's pure moments of laziness. I savor them not just for myself and the things that have bogged me down during the week, but for my time with John.

I love it when I see him on a Friday after work. He usually looks a bit tuckered and is on low energy from the long hours of work and the marathon commute that steals a good 20 hours from him in a week. His hair is tussled, a little greasy, and he smells so good I can't help but nuzzle my nose into his neck to inhale the fading cologne against his body. I'm instantly happy and content with whatever the weekend throws at us.

This weekend was one of my favorite kinds of weekends - an insanely busy week and only a couple things to do over the 2 days of bliss. We met John's Dad for dinner at Range, a new restaurant for John and I, over in the Mission. It was a great meal (see Yelp review if you like) and wonderful to just catch up and chat for a few hours. We were both pooped and fell asleep before 10.... not something that is really cool to admit to unless you're 11 or 85, but I've been told I have an old soul...

The weather was a cloudy treat of overcast coolness and perfect for getting in a game of tennis and a good run in. We decided to go wedding ring shopping Saturday and walked all around Union Street. The first place we went into was an antiques place, and we couldn't help but adore the older man behind the counter in his Mr. Rogers sweater sharing tales of old San Francisco and some of the haunting drama-filled jewlery finds. (Gotta love a town with roots in gold mining and brothels - it makes the jewelry that much cooler.)

It was a great weekend for seeing friends and laughing too. Amanda and Juan had Kim, JB and I over for hookah and dinner. It was one of the nicest, most chill evenings I have had with people in a long time. Those girls feel like family out here - and it's comforting to have a place and people like that around. It had been a long time since I have tried the hooka, and I think I want one....

I also got to see an old friend, Rachel. She's an incredible artist out here in SF and someone I aspire to be like, inspired by, and totally and completely jealous of. It was so fun to go and see her place and paintings with Kim. I really appreciate people like her and what she is doing in life - painting and creating things that make people smile with their uniqueness and beauty. She tells a story and has an incredible energy about her that is contagious. Picked up some ideas and inspo from the afternoon visit and will be painting this week for sure.