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If you put it out into the universe, it just may come back to you.
There really are no words to describe the perfection of this weekend, but I'll certainly try to paint a picture. 2014 Mustang convertible. White. Top down, of course. Complete with girly giggles, radio bumping, wind in hair. Is there a better way to cross the Golden Gate Bridge with the very tops caught in a low fog only to turn into a warm, sunny day on the other side? A better way to drive through wine country, California, sun on your face? To snag the nearest parking spot at Stinson beach? No, there's really not.
That feeling. The one I got looking over at Leah as we laughed at the ridiculous fortune of the situation. As we cracked up trying to find the button that puts the top down. As we drove through downtown San Fran singing Rihanna, feeling like stars. I want to bottle that feeling.
The first winery, St. Supery, was gorgeous, roses of every shade clustered against the white facade. But not quite our jam. The second winery, V. Lattui, was like walking into an elegant Italian villa, complete with street carts with delectable sandwiches. We sprawled on the thick green lawn, loving every bite of our grilled salmon sandy, tri tip steak sandy, oysters, grilled artichoke, and a dry riesling.
Time flies when you're chatting with your best friend you haven't seen in years, so we sped on (down the block) to Hall winery, where we spent the remainder of our time in Napa. Tasting exquisite wines underneath shade trees discussing life and travel with a couple from LA.
The next day we had every intention of return the car, but it was so much easier to say, screw it, and hold on for one more day. So John Muir Woods, here we come.
Standing below those gargantuan red woods, creeping along the board walk, we were transported to the Jurassic Period. I half expected a triceratops to appear around the next corner, munching ferns. I guess the little mole we saw poking her head up from below the earth will have to do. The things those trees have seen. The UN coming for a visit to honor Teddy Roosevelt, what's the view like from the top? What they've heard. Their companions falling, fire flicking at their feet, generations of birds singing, the still of the night. The stories they could tell.
On to Stinson beach for an afternoon of relaxing in the sun. Beers at Rogue Brewery to finish up an exquisite Sunday Fun-Day.
I think a true sign of friendship, real friendship, is going months, even years without really connecting with someone, and when you do finally see them, you just pick up where you left off. Leah Marie and I have known each other since we were in diapers, literally, and were two peas in a pod until she went to high school and I stayed in middle school for another year. That's alright, people grow apart. But seeing her in SF was different. The awkward teenage years are over (kind of). We're just people here. And to find out that we're still the same enough to make each other laugh that goofy silent laugh where you're laughing so hard no sound comes out and your stomach just heaves until it's sore. And you can still stay up talking into the night about boys and love and goals and dreams or dumb shit like pooping and still have more to say the next day. Yep… that's friendship. Thanks for your hospitality, generosity, love and laugher, my dear little Leah.
It's Monday April 29th… time to pack up and fly to New Zealand. This is happening…!
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