Just a few things happened this weekend.
// I faced the insurmountable task that was cleaning my bedroom this weekend, "You are my Everest, you know that?" I kept saying to it under my breath bitterly.
// I brought my camera out of its bag, and left it on my coffee table, convincing myself that having easy access to it automatically meant that I would be snapping photos left and right of life as it happened. When you spend your weekend either lounging on the couch reading, or with your hair up in top-knot fashion whilst vacuuming your furniture, photo ops become few and far between.
// I woke up at 8am (in the MORNING, you guys!!) naturally on Saturday, so I showered, cleaned my apartment (or everywhere except for aforementioned bedroom) and was off to the Farmer's Market by 10am. And as much as I love the idea of going to the Farmer's Market on the weekend, the place was so crowded that movement of any kind was next to impossible. I went to a concert when I was twelve of a boyband-that-shall-not-be-named, and the throngs of screaming tweens and the fear of getting trampled was only slightly more intense than this day at the market. I might be exaggerating a little bit.
// I picked Chris up from the airport Saturday evening, and we promptly went downtown to begin our unofficial food tour. Our first stop was calamari, next for tacos (which were inedible by Chris' standards, which speaks volumes as he will literally eat anything) and then to the best part of the evening in my opinion, which was creme brulee for dessert. This must have been the weekend for bachelorette parties, because there were three or four groups of girls that passed us by, screaming and wailing as girls do, as we sat outside to enjoy our dessert. This town can get so busy in the summers at night, which I somehow so easily forget. I think that's why I love this place so much. The only thing I shame you for, sweet town, is football game-day traffic in the fall - that I could really do without. But that's neither here nor there...