My Little Crawfish

This weekend was a blazing 80 degrees in San Francisco - absolutely gorgeous and oh so rare!

Friday night was my surprise dinner. Mr. Lawyer and I went to NOPA on Divisadero and Fulton and it was absolutely amazing. I ordered some sort of beet salad with goat cheese and the halibut - all really tasty - I also had a few glasses of wine. He ordered a salad and the lamb shank (I didn't taste either). It was a nice evening  - we were pleasant and the evening went really smooth - really, without a single hitch. When we got home, my roommate and her boyfriend were up drinking a bottle of wine and we chatted with them for a few before heading into the bedroom for some really amazing sex.

In the morning, he left early - around 7:30 or so to go surfing - apparently there were waves. The weather was so beautiful that I decided I shoudl get out of bed early too. I headed up to Mt. Tam for a run and ended up running for a good two hours soaking up the sun and climbing the mountain. It was a really nice run and put me in the best mood. On my drive home, he called and wanted to know what I was up to, maybe get lunch then go to a party at the Beach Chalet. I said, sure to all of it. He asked me to call when I got closer to home. When I did - he was napping and really irritable - said, forget lunch. So I showered, got myself together for the rest of the afternoon and then he called (all chipper this time) and was ready to come over and was ready for lunch. Grrr. I was over lunch at that point so he grabbed a quick sanwhich and we headed over to Beach Chalet with his roommate. We met up with some of his roommate's friends who were all really nice - my only complaint was that we were sitting INSIDE on a beautiful day. I finally conviced my man and the roommie to head outside with our drinks. The sun felt amazing. After a couple of drinks, we decided to head over to his friend's BBQ in lower Pac Heights - all law school friends. Again, everyone was really nice - well everyone except this girl R who I"ve met at several functions. She is never nice to me. I'm not sure why but I get this awful vibe from her and I pretty much dread seeing her. She has a boyfriend - a serious boyfriend so I don't think her hatred is because she wants my guy or anything....but anyway. The BBQ wasn't all that exciting. He left me for a good deal of time talking to his boring law school friends but I dealt with it and smiled about it anyway. We stayed till sunset and then dropped his roommate off at his place and continued on to meet my roommate and her bf at Shanghai Kelly's because I'd left my keys in the apartment. I don't think he really wanted to stay but I convinced him to go in for a drink anyway. We had a few drinks. We met there and a part of me kind of liked being there with him again. Afterward, we went back to my place and he was passed out almost immediately. Oh well.

Yesterday, he got up early to surf again but this time asked me to head out to Ocean Beach with him which was a nice change. I laid out for about two hours while he surfed in the early morning sunlight - it was really nice. Then, my friends called and said they were BBQing in Golden Gate Park so we got the sand off our feet and went and met them and their kickball team there. It was me, J, Y, C N, and Mr. Lawyer - eating turkey dogs, drinking Blue Moons and enjoying the sunshine and heckling the kickballers. Before too long, Mr. Lawyer decided he was leaving to get some work done and I stayed on with my friends. We closed down the park and made our way towards my house. It was just J and I at this point - my other friend N was texting and wanted to meet up - so we decided to dinner at Mamacita's (again, again, again) - and A and C met up with us as well. Lots of fun but too much food. I still feel sick.

During dinner, he was texting me. We had said we were going to do laundry last night and he was concerned it would close if we (or I) didn't start it before long. I said, sorry no can do, at dinner. So he came by to get my keys. He was very nice (surprisingly) and started the laundry. When we got back, I was so out of it. We put the laundry in the dryer and then I passed out almost immediately - too much sun and way too much food.

This morning, he went down and got our laundry and woke me up calling me his "little crawfish" or his "little lobester" which I sort of loved - more the fact that he said "MY little lobster" and "MY little crawfish." That was nice despite the fact he was pointing out my bad sunburn - ooops.

Anyway, hoping this trend continues. Still waiting for an L-Bomb - wondering if that will ever happen?