Let's talk about my weekend, shall we? It was a doozy. The madness started Thursday night when my sorority little got into town from Boston. I had a feeling we'd be going hard, so I tried to make paleo breakfast for dinner before heading to SF for the night. That burned scrambled mess up there was supposed to be delicious paleo pancakes. I messed up the ratio and created the weirdest banana omelette the world has ever seen. Then I went on to knock a warmed up bottle of coconut oil all over my kitchen, so now that it's at room temperature, it's quite impossible to clean up. There's the evidence on my La Croix can. Lovely. All of this was remedied, however, when I was reunited with my little and we drank fancy drinks in fancy bars that I'd usually never consider walking into. It was a unique and drunken experience that ended in my crashing in their room at The Ritz. I'd call Thursday night a success.
My hangover on Friday was a different story completely. It started with me turning the wrong way on a one-way street and ended with Ziggy sitting her sausage butt right on my head while I tried to sleep it off. Friday night I decided to take the train into the city to avoid one-way street driving and I ended up seeing those guys up there do an awesome dance to Pharrell's "Happy." It was an exciting twist on a usually painfully long commute. The rest of the night was spent drinking cocktails out of mason jars in SF hipster bars, aka my comfort zone. Saturday was spent sleeping. Like, a solid 12 hours.
Sunday I played with puppies at the dog park, admired pretty flowers and nail polish, and even made it to the city for a record high third time in one weekend to eat a delicious dinner at a restaurant where I didn't know what 80% of the things on the menu were. In other words, my weekend was amaze-balls. How was your weekend?