EDGY, WHOLESOME
There is something so enticing about a quiet backyard coffee joint where they have old, framed black-and-white photos hanging right on the fence. Wherein one person is Matrix-style avoiding a high-kick swipe to the the jaw. And in another one, the dude is just being, you know, a Dude.
The glass turns a milky, cloudy white when it warms up in your hand. I can’t prove that that makes the GrandMa taste more delicious. But you can’t prove that it doesn’t.
This is what people think of when they think of San Diego in March (or February, when this photo was taken). What you can’t see: the cluster of homeless people just to the left that yelled at me when I walked past. One guy had just puked. There was a dog among them. My friend said, “Let’s go by them together. Better to walk by that way.” I hate that what she said is true and I hate that this is a very real part of what San Diego is now.
But you can’t see any of that in this shot. Just look at how blue the sky is.
I don’t know what these tiny pink flowers are. Do you? Would you tell me, please? Are they a tiny variety of Orchid?
So, no, we don’t get a lot of snow in San Diego. It happened 44 years ago. Flakes were also reported in 87 and 90. Phew, slow down, weather.
What we do get is beautiful petal snow falling from the Dogwood trees. A lot fewer snowballs, though.
My sunnies and my smirk say hello from San Diego.
Tortilla Wrestler was just hanging around outside in the back of Java Jungle in OB. His little feet had been nibbled by something. I’d like to think by maybe a mouse or rat and that T.W. spends his evening hours after all the human patrons go home fighting rodents in little shiny capes with masks covering their tiny faces with their whiskers poking out.
Of course, T.W. from OB always wins.
These are taken with my iPhone with the olloclip attached. The second shot has the wide-angle lens removed so the macro is in use. Pretty much love it.
Joe and I were walking around in the Gaslamp under a crazy orange cloud cover and there was the Hotel St. James sign, glowing like ice on fire in fog.
Sometimes my weekend date is so dreamy, it’s ridiculous. Joe took me out to shoot photos of the Gaslamp Quarter on Sunday night, but I kept taking photos of him.
Here he is hanging out with Jimi and Janice.
Here he is kissing my face, which is always encouraged.
This is Joe looking especially handsome in Yard House.
And this is us being sort of disgustingly meta with me taking a photo of him taking a photo of me taking a photo of him on his phone. Gross. (Yay!)
This is what we do when we sneak off to the bathroom at a friend’s home. What do you do?
First, Joe Drawsomethinged me an image of pancakes. And then I yelled, “Let’s go get pancakes!”
Friends, riddle me this: How many times does a girl have to eat the perfect three bites out of the center of a delicious buttermilk pancake to learn that even those three mouth-watering, delectable bites will probably send her on emergent trips to the restroom a scant few hours later while the Target pharmacist is trying to talk to her about getting all her meds to auto-refill on the same day of the month? I eat Paleo for a reason. And yet. Every. Single. Time.
Here’s what I love about this picture:
1. I haven’t yet eaten 3 bites of a pancake that are going to make me ill.
2. Joe’s hair. I mean, really.
Here are our shoes while we wait for a table.
I assure you, Joe does have another shoe attached to another leg just to the right, off frame.
And then, and I know this is really exciting for you all, I changed shoes a few hours later and put on these before we went out with friends:
You guys, I love these shoes. I really, really, do. They are orange. They are cork. My husband says they are sexy. Most importantly, I can walk in them and not fall down.
Also, they match the beautiful orange scarf I received while at Alt Summit from Jeannine Harvey direct from FashionABLE that is so near and dear to my heart. It’s a WinWinWinWinWin. 5 wins. Five.
The evening ended at Top of the Hyatt with friends where we imbibed cocktails and talked for hours and stared at the view. I love being able to see Emerald Plaza from up there (green rings far right in the image below).
