I had a absolutely fabulous weekend with a dear, fabulous woman that I’m grateful and honored to call my friend.
Friday night we went dancing. The first time I’ve danced (or been able to dance) in ages and more fun than I’ve had in a long time. It was a wild, wonderful event for a really good cause. The room-length dessert buffet didn’t even tempt me. (The crispy, golden calamari emanating enticing aromas of garlic and goodness from the other end of the room, however, did. )
Not enough, though. Not enough.
Although I used to go up to the City once a week, I haven’t been in a while. And there’ve been things I’ve missed! But we didn’t go to any of my favorite restaurants, didn’t eat or drink any of my favorite foods.
And I wasn’t even tempted on Sunday, at a really unique and fairly rare event: a lovely tea which featured fresh-baked bread and a long table heavily laden with Tassajara-inspired goodies. Instead I enjoyed the music and the company.
And being back in surroundings that feel like home.
I was reminded all over again what an incredibly beautiful city San Francisco is. And how much I love it, and what happy memories I have.
And how glad and grateful I am that I live here, with open vistas of hills and trees all around me, instead.