Thursday: Texted R to tell her I missed my flight. The April Fool believed it and freaked out for a good couple of hours. Fun times. Reunited at SFO and met G at Cascal for tapas and sparkling sangria. Hunkered down at home with champagne, dark chocolate pomegranates, other goodies, and 90210.
Friday: Realized that, for me, old age + being awake for 24 hours + booze = pain. Laid around with more 90210 and The OC before the promise of food got us to roll off the couches. Ate, shopped, and returned to the couches because it's a rough life we lead. Went to a tasting event at Ridge with G for some awesome wines. Got a drink at the Four Seasons and dinner at Three Seasons with Gravy Train and P - the numbers game was R's brilliant idea, BTW. Consumed lychee martinis and ridiculous amounts of delish food. Went home to repeat the previous night, plus cupcakes. Obeyed the rule that splitting two cupcakes does not equal eating a whole one.
Saturday: Headed toward Point Reyes with G and Coop, stopping for some cheese at Cowgirl Creamery on the way. Had loud, inappropriate convos while walking around Point Reyes and saw lots of cows. Laughed at the sign warning that walking down and back up the 300+ stairs to the lighthouse (equivalent to a 30 story building) because we are young and oh-so-fit. Huffed and puffed our way to the end, hanging our heads in shame. Decided the gorgeous views were worth the effort. Went to see the elephant seals at chimney rock. Gorged on lunch at a cafe, then drove down Highway 1 for a bit. Marveled at the beautiful scenery and weather. Kudos to G for patiently driving around three loud, vogueing girls. Went to Gravy Train's, took a walk, busted open the bubbly and wine, and gorged some more. Returned home to repeat the previous night. If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
Sunday: Food, airport, exhaustion, and depression that the weekend was over.
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