My Weekend, Via Instagram

Some down-home fun @ the Jason Aldean concert

Yummy ice cream on a lovely Sunday

Side Up Bike Expo...which really made me want to pimp out my cruiser even more...plus get more tattoos =/

Lovely architecture at a local historical park 

This past Friday, I ventured off to Santa Cruz for some solo soul (and retail) therapy on the beach.  It felt like I had a 2 hour massage, which was very necessary after a hectic week, which included dealing with obnoxious country boppers & sitting in traffic for 1.5 hours (only to drive 4 miles) to see the amazing Jason Aldean in concert.

On Saturday, my boyfriend and I did a little jewelry shopping :) and went to a hole-in-the-wall (did I mention awesome?) Korean lounge for his coworker's farewell party. 

Sunday we spent time with his family and went to a ridiculously rad local bike expo, followed by some of the best BBQ in the world.  I started running/exercising hardcore a couple weeks ago, so I'm always hungry! 

I hope you all had a lovely summer weekend :)

xo

D

Drunk in SF (Because that's the most accurate title)

So...my boyfriend and I planned a lovely little day in San Francisco on Sunday. (We even spent hours painstakingly tracking the MUNI route so we could travel via public transportation all day!) Everything started off as planned: we paid a visit to The Buena Vista, a small restaurant that Roehl's been dying to visit, one that just so happens to serve up some lethal "world famous" Irish coffee.

Let me just start off by saying that this is not going to be one of those typical oh-how-lovely-and-glorious-life-is posts.  I'm going to conclude that thought with the wise words of an old friend: "Never mix your liquor. Just DON'T. DO. IT." Now you know, kids. Moving on...

After my little Irish coffee experience, I had quite a decent buzz going, and I was ready to tackle our next destination- brunch. We dined at Paul K, because this is one of the better places to get your bottomless mimosa on, and we all know how much I love a good bottomless mimosa sesh. Here's where that whole "no mixing" thing came into play. After 4 glasses, I was embarrassingly sloshed with an oncoming mimosa coma. Roehl was smart and didn't want to get tired, so he had opted out of said self-induced mimosa coma.

At one point, I even broke a champagne glass in half with my obnoxious drunk girl strength, as I was literally just setting it down on the table (I swear!) The rest of the day had all gone to shit, and I had no desire to partake in vintage shop festivities, which is unheard of for this gal. I was tired, disoriented, and just plain drunk. It sucked.

I got a few good pictures out of it though...

I wish I had a more lively story to tell you, but that's the truth folks.  Plain & simple.  I suppose a do-over is in order. If any of you have some good old-fashioned daytime drunk stories, please share! We can commiserate together. :)

My First Time Whale Watching...

Along with the wedding on Saturday, we jam-packed our weekend with other adventures, including sake bombs on Friday for my friend's birthday, and whale watching on Sunday.  Other than dragging on for 5+ hours, it was a pretty cool experience.  I tried my best not to puke my brains out as the small boat bounced mercilessly along the Pacific  Ocean.  After a quick nap and 2 cup o' noodles, I felt a bit better and managed to have a good time.  We saw quite a few sea beasts, and even managed to snap a decent up-close shot, (see photo # 2.) 

Obviously, I was ecstatic to be back on land, so we ventured out to lunch at one of our favorite Carmel restaurants, and then to the beach, of course!

I don't think I'll ever feel the need to go whale watching ever again; I'm somewhat more of an adrenaline junkie.  That's why I can't wait to finally go white water rafting in a few weeks!  God, I love Cali...it's going to take a lot of adjustment if we ever decide to move.  Hope you all had a fun-filled dreamy weekend!

:)

Pearls Gone Wild.

I definitely had my fill of debauchery in San Diego last weekend.  My friend Lauren is about to get mawwied and we had to go out in proper bachelorette style.  Poolside mimosas, fine cuisine, and raging (almost) all-nighters...you get the picture.  It was an all-around fabulous time in a whale's vajayjay.

I have hot friends.  So sue me!

Dangling ding dongs ran rampant

Man, I love that city. 

3 am photo sesh.  Too bad we didn't get to try out all of our "situations"

D & D.

Definitely got some HILAR bachelorette pics.  But we are ladies, and I shall only post the first of the naughty bunch. ;)

Note to self: never trust Italian pedi cab drivers.  But definitely give it a try at least once!

'Twas a wild weekend, indeed.

Until next time, San Diego...stay classy ;)

SJ Eats: A Movable FAIL.

Last Saturday, I was uber excited to try this rendezvous of food trucks (my fave) called SJ Eats: a Movable Feast.  It's a shame my anxiety set in before we stepped out of the car, greeted by this:

{courtesy of this lovely blog}

Yeah, ummm...no, gracias.

So we headed out to our tried and true favorite brunch spot, Bill's, where I sunk my teeth into this bit of strawberry nutella heaven:

Ain't she a 'beaut?

And that, my friends, is how it's done.

Sigh.  I heart weekends.

The bf even convinced me fishing was a good idea (anything's a good idea after a feeding frenzy of such epic proportions; one is incapable of objecting to much)

Can you tell I have a thing for rusty locks?

Until we meet again, SJ Eats.  I hope that next time around, you won't be so ill-equipped.