Saturday we walked across the Golden Gate Bridge and watched the cranes go under on their way to the port of Oakland. In the gallery there are also a couple of a short trip to San Diego I took a couple of weeks ago in that gallery, too. Worst. Business. Trip. Ever. Swaz went to meet me down there to play some golf with his dad and while I was at my meeting. We each had a parallel days of exploding snafus, (as in there was no golf played) followed by the nastiest hotel experience I'd had in a long time, so it was not the rest and romance we envisioned. I was glad to get home.
But back to this past weekend. Saturday night I had delicious food with smushy and her really neat friends in a really neat flat with really neat people and Sunday I went to the beach and swimming. It should have been a great weekend but I ended up 1) tearing up my knee in the water at Baker beach and 2) having a serious melt down when confronted with my lack of material success in life. I cried and cried. But at least I went to the beach. So how bad can it be? At least I wasn't mauled by Curious George.
Thanks smushy for talking me down, I mean up. *drinks another glass of water* ;-)