This week has been pretty ridiculously busy, and I’ve spent a lot of it being Cranky McCranksterpants. So it’s probably best I didn’t do any sort of commentary. Last week, though, was amazing.
Started out flying into LA and renting the cheapest car possible:
Fiat 500. Booyah. Every time we saw another one the driver would give us a thumbs up.
First up was a 20-hour trip to SD, where I visited my old friend Jen. We hit up Comic Con…
…and ended the night at a gay bar with everyone was dressed like superheroes with inflatable flamingos everywhere. There was some carnage the next morning.
Kind of tragic.
After that it was up the coast to Santa Barbara
where we ate some good produce from my parents yard
enjoyed local brew
and binged on Blenders and burritos. Lots and lots of burritos.
There was also Red Rock
and some kayaking
It was a pretty fantastic week of relaxation and sun.
Then it was up the coast again to Carmel for a really spectacular wedding.
Instead of a traditional rehearsal dinner, Alix and Christian threw a rock legends party where everyone had to dress up like rock stars.
The blushing bride.
The wedding itself was out on a reserve
and the reception was held in a barn.
Alix and Christian run the Lazy Parrot CSA, and our tables had basil plants and all sorts of fresh produce to make our own bruschetta. That was awesome. As was the dance floor.
It was a spectacular weekend. The next morning we drove up the coast a little further to SF, which isn’t a bad place to recover with friends and fish tacos.
Then the red-eye back to Kentucky and right into the week from hell (OK, it wasn’t that bad, but it was busy.) I’m still exhausted. And tomorrow, assuming the weather mellows out, I’m on another flight solo out to DC for Kristin’s 30th.
But for now, enjoy the picture from our front porch tonight before the deluge began.