Friend.

I miss seeing her everyday.

In this city

Summer was today in San Francisco. People are outside. A runner went by me when I was watching the sunset at Fort Point. He said it's a nice day. I said it's beautiful. Tourists on the bridge did not realize their good fortune. Everyone had their windows open; I could hear Mad Men playing and smell pork cooking when I walked from my car. My apartment was 80 degrees. I love it.

Me.

I went and saw a movie this weekend. It was rad.

Wait, where are you? Oh right. In the fog.

OH HI!

August has been an uber foggy and uber busy month. I am so content to be sitting still this evening. Yoga kicked my ass earlier and now I lounge and enjoy the lovely new BBC Emma. Oh stodgy Victorian delights! Oh, Emma, you meddling little matchmaker! (Oh dear, she just made Miss Smith deny Mr. Martin. It will be a full six hours before that error is fixed!)

Right. Busy. I went dancing (hey 90's hip hop), went to my first live viewing of Rocky Horror Picture Show (WOW), ate fondue (seriously, Meg and Jonee have fed me so much), shopped, camped (I was lazy and took few photos, although I was quite successful at putting up tents and jumping into lakes with sunglasses on), and spent oodles of time with family. August. Funtimes. And now a random selection of photos.

Weekend away: Pinecrest

Stayed the first night at Dardanelle campground, home of Beary (Barry or Berry) the Bear, no potable water, and awesome star gazing. Headed down to Pinecrest the next morning and were able to get three campsites for Saturday night. Party boat during the day (yay, but now Pinecrest has a new pair of sunglasses thanks to me). Campfired, ate tons of food, listened to awesome dudes karaoke in the woods, slept and woke in a tent, dirty, sunbathed on a beach and watched a bunch of kids play on this. Soooo jealous. Funtimes.