First Weekend in June

I want to use adjectives to describe my weekend to you, but I won't. I think at the end of this, you will know.

Friday night, Ryan and I stayed in, made dinner, and watched a movie… lazy Saturday morning: granola with blueberries, dancing around, silly.  Errands to run: off we went to Third and Fairfax!  We rode the bus, which was an exciting adventure since I had not taken a bus in Los Angeles before (San Francisco, sure). Inside, the bus was clean and new, solid bright yellow with patterns of deep blue.

Outside of Whole Foods, I read the graffiti on the green-painted wrought iron. "Neckface" someone wrote. The fence is full of jasmine. Everywhere is full of jasmine! I turn around--I'm smelling jasmine. My lotion, my windowsill, the grounds around work: jasmine (jasmine. Jasmine.  Jasmine! I hope you like jasmine too!)

We went into Whole Foods for lunch, but prior (and despues), I had a fun time with the lotion samples. I had run out of purse lotion, so I became a bergamot jasmine. A fragrant fig of Egyptian musk!  Wash hands again.

I have to say, since I grew up in a family sensitive to fragrances (sister and Papa with allergies), and I am not allergic to fragrances, I sometimes feel there is no greater luxury than to coat myself in so many scents that I become a giant walking blossom with layers of aroma.  Unfortunately, the grocery store is not the place for this, and lunchtime is not the time for this, so I washed it all off and had some lunch.  Potato salad, brussel sprouts, grilled mango with blueberry coulis, ginger lemonade.

Laundry Interlude

On Sunday we went to the SAGE company picnic, a lovely event with free fun things, like cotton candy and face painting. Wholly enjoyable. I was craving onion rings, though, so Ryan and I bounced around 2:30 and went down to Neptune's Net.  The place was packed and we had our food within ten minutes of ordering. Great job, guys!

We drove down to the Malibu Country Mart to wash the grease off our fingers. We walked around the plazas for some time.  I got a trinket and a trifle at a little shop, which I can describe in more detail on another date. I gave myself a half hour writing limit tonight and the details will be better later.

Ryan bought gelato for us. The flavor I chose was "pompelmo" which I thought had to have meant "pomelo" but was advertised as "pink grapefruit." Is "pompelmo" Italian for grapefruit?  They taste too similar for me to know what was going on, but I liked the experience.

We walked across the street and ate our gelato by the lagoon. We laughed and laughed. I don't know how anyone can know me so well that I will laugh that much. But Ryan does that. *swoooon*

The sun dropping lower, it was time to head back through the canyon, but my windows were dirty; my gas tank, empty: Shell fill-up and carwash here we come!  We were behind a gray Mercedes that was about to enter the car wash when Ryan honked and got out. He closed the gas cap on the Mercedes as the man got out of his car and thanked him. The man looked at me and said, "You've got a really good guy here!"

"I know!" smile smile sigh

When we got out of the drive through, the man knocked on my window, and said, "Can you do me a favor and buy this fine gentleman a martini?" and handed me a $20.

"Well, okay, sure, thank you!" I said. And we did just that. Ryan knew of a fancy place on the PCH (Malibu Beach Inn… I think?) with a little restaurant right on the water, and we sat and ate some shrimps. The waiter brought a blue blanket and put it across my shoulders. A fire pit ten feet away, five feet wide.  The water, blue, the Sunday quiet.

We drove back through Topanga Canyon. We snuggled with the kitty cats when we got home.