|San Francisco airport.|
I flew in on Thursday night after a crazy day full of Freq Out rehearsals and worrying about getting to the airport. Thank goodness I got there early because I then found out that my gold status expired last month, so I'm back to being a regular old passenger. Poo. I did get to use my backpack for this trip though. Even if it was probably a bit of overkill. It's good to use to practice with.
Friday I went to yoga class with my mom. It was... well, it wasn't the first time I'd done yoga, but I think the last one was a fluke, so this one was better. Granted I was not at all prepared for it clothing-wise. Which doesn't explain how I was completely prepared gear-wise for an impromptu climbing session with some youth group friends after the Good Friday Tenebrae service (which was inexplicably held at noon). Just go with it.
To say that the Saturday morning farmers market is a family tradition might be a bit of a stretch, but it is by far my favorite Saturday breakfast and everyone in my family knows it. So usually, when I'm there for breakfast they indulge me and we go for a farmer's market breakfast. Not that they hate it, but I get the sense that when I'm not around they typically go to sit down restaurants with waiters instead of pigeons to take away the leftover food. Yeah.
In the afternoon I went out to lunch with Trevor & Co. in the sunset. Just the beginning of the long list of people I miss terribly when I'm away. We then trekked out to Stonestown for browsing and wandering, waiting far too long for a bus. Ahh Muni, predictably unpredictable.
Of course then there was Sunday... but this post is getting quite long, so I'll stop here and make this part one of two. Who knew I was going to have so much to say about a weekend.
|Waiting to be picked up.|