I don't know about you, but I really needed the weekend after this past week. On Friday, my coworker, Adam, and I looked at each other and said, "seriously, are we done yet?" It was only a 4 day week but it felt like it took forever. I was extremely happy when the end of Friday came (even though I was officially the last person to leave the building....at 7pm) and I was free to gallivant off into the distance to do god only knows what. Side note, do you actually know the definition of gallivant? Here is the definition, according to my computer (which, as already discussed, carries most, if not all, of the knowledge):
gallivant |ˈgaləˌvant| verb [ intrans. ] informal
go around from one place to another in the pursuit of pleasure or entertainment : she quit her job to go gallivanting around the globe
Fascinating. I guess this means I've been using it correctly all along. Score one for me! Anyway, the point I was trying to make was that the weekend came around and I did what any self-respecting 20 something would do: I didn't get piss drunk but instead spent a lot of time eating good food and watching silly 80s movies (Some Kind of Wonderful, anyone?) and hanging with my sister and dog. I know what you are thinking, "Woah, woah woah, 80s movies and good food? Party animal!" Correct. I also got the chance to meet with the lovely Camilla on Saturday in Mill Valley, a fascinating place I'd never been in Marin County. For those of you not from California, Marin is on the other side of the Golden Gate Bridge, just outside of San Francisco. And let me tell you, it. is. BEAUTIFUL. Right on the water. Stunning stunning stunning. I must say that as much as I do not enjoy San Francisco as a city I do appreciate that it is stunningly beautiful. Here, for example, is a very safe (read: probably shouldn't have taken it...sorry, Mom) picture I took on the way home:
Oh, California, how you sneak up on me.