Soooo . . . guess what I had for dinner last night?
CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES AND A $2 BOTTLE OF WHITE WINE!
Hells to the yeah.
In other news, we've arrived in San Francisco and it's totally GORGEOUS and I LOVE IT. (Sorry for the egregious use of the caps lock button. I'm just having one of those totally stoked moments. Flow with me.) During the last few weeks, I said over and over again how I had a really great feeling about San Francisco, and how I just knew that I would adore this city. Dan, in his ever-boyish ways, laughed at me, ignoring my lady intuition.
San Francisco, as I so delicately mentioned earlier, is a beautiful city. Though it lacks the visual punch of cities like Prague or Paris or even New Orleans, its loveliness creeps up on you in soft and subtle ways: the cool blue tones of the sky meeting the sea, the romantic fog that silently sweeps over the city at dusk, the sweet nautical details that dot Fisherman's Wharf and the Hyde St. Pier.
See for yourself:
If San Francisco were a color, it would most certainly be blue. Cerulean blue.