This weekend was one of the best I’ve had since I moved to California. I noticed that the weather was supposed to be lovely on Saturday, so organized a picnic in Dolores Park as the "unofficial" kickoff to Spring. A ton of people came out to enjoy the sun and good times with friends – couldn’t have been a more delightful day.
Then, Shayla and I headed up to meet some of our favorite people alive for what we thought was a small, intimate private party at DeLoach Vineyards.
Thanks to the power of Twitter (and Scoble!) our little gathering was attended by nearly 100 people and Gary even filmed a WineLibrary TV LIVE in front of the crew. (You can read more about the party here.)
The party was at the beautiful DeLoach private guest house and we easily went through over 24 cases of wine (Thanks, DeLoach!)
That hot tub got put to good use late in the evening. And that’s all I’ll say on that.
The next day, we headed out for a quick Starbucks stop (nothing else was open in Santa Rosa!) and then Daniel, Shayla and I drove down Highway 1 en route to The Marshall Store, the self-proclaimed home of the best Oysters on the planet. I concur.
We made an inadvertent early detour (read: turned the wrong way) and ended up in Bodega Bay, which was so beautiful that we had to take some photos and document the awesomeness.
We took one more detour on the way home to do a little flip-flop rock climbing – the view of the city over the ocean was too good to pass up.
The weekend of awesomeness ended by seeing YACHT and Vampire Weekend – for free, no less – at the Rickshaw Stop.
It’s been a rough few months for me personally, and it’s weekends like this that make me just remember how very insanely, amazingly lucky I am. I have the best friends a girl could ask for, am so privileged to enjoy my life surrounded by some of the smartest, most inspiring people I’ve ever met, and let’s face it: I live in the best city in the world. I’m just overflowing with gratitude, so thank you Universe, thank you life, thank you, friends, for being so awesome.
