This past weekend was utterly delightful. Friday night I sold a dog crate on craigslist. I also cooked a meal for my man which ultimately ended in hot oil flying in my face and causing a burn which blistered and now looks like a massive zit fest but isn’t. Nothing serious, just scalding hot oil on my face, you know, the good stuff. The weather was so nice that we at my meal made for my man in the park right next to our loft. It was a jolly good time.
That night I asked my man if he had one last day in the bay area what would he do (we are not going anywhere, I was just curious). Well, he didn’t really have a good answer (ha!) so I forked up my ideas for Saturday: breakfast at the Cheeseboard, walk around North Berkeley, walk up to the Berkeley rose gardens, sit in the park, walk to the Cal campus, walk around Berkeley, go to a dog park, etc. So we did. We did it all. Even after all of this I convinced my man to get a blanket and a popsicle and go to our park (the one right next to our loft). So we did. Then we ran some errands and came home and made a delectable meal. At around 11pm I decided we needed cinnamon rolls for breakfast. So I made the ooey-ist and gooey-ist cinnamon rolls I possibly could prepare for Sunday. It was a grand and simple day.
Sunday was even better. We ate the ooey and gooey cinnamon rolls. We cleaned for hours and it felt really good. I worked out (only a wee bit). I put on a skirt which means the weather was nice out (I put a shirt on too). I walked my dog and sat in the park with my dog and watched bbq goers and volleyball players while Cooper met with a couple. We made mojitos (rum for Cooper whiskey for me, ha!) and burgers and nectarine arugula salads. We shared both a fudgsicle and another cinnamon roll for dessert. We watched An Education and loved it. I didn’t spend any money on Sunday. It was an even grander and simpler day.