Spring Forward

This weekend was Spring forward. Hooray to that. Not only Spring on the clocks, but this was a gorgeous, sunny, pleasantly balmy weekend in SF! Thought I'd snap a few of our latest blooms from our private little courtyard / backyard. Hope you enjoy!
Friday night was pretty fun. In celebration of my new job (I accepted Friday...yay!), Ian and I went out for Indian and then made it to a movie at our beloved Castro Theatre. This time it was for The Last Picture Show, which was not only a screening of the film, but also Peter Bogdanovich (Director) and Cybill Sheperd were on-hand to discuss it. As always, the Castro puts on an extremely entertaining show: from the opening notes of the organist, right down to the last enthusiastic clap from the audience.

Saturday, we enjoyed part of the day outdoors, the other half of the day at home trying out a cleaning service (which is a life-saver--we're really happy about it). We then stumbled on a new restaurant that was oh-so-tasty: Conduit. It's just on the other side of the block. A little pricey for an everyday kind of place, but the food, atmosphere, and service were all excellent. Saturday night found us by the fire playing Scrabble.

Sunday we walked walked walked (that is, after Mission Beach brunch). Traversed multiple neighborhoods, but it was great exploring again. We walked through Hayes Valley, over to the Painted Ladies facing Alamo Square (we didn't quite see DJ or Stephanie Tanner, but we were on the look-out), back over to Fillmore, all the way to Union Street, where we had a much-needed beer and dinner. We stopped to collect no less than 6 cupcakes to take home with us, and went home to watch a movie and wind down.

Alas, it's Monday once again. I'm feeling terrible today for all that sunny weekend! Sore throat, temperature. Yuck! Ian is attending some function at the Apple store, so I am going to make myself something easy for dinner, slip into pj's and curl up.

Oh, and below is a random picture I took on the way home. I couldn't capture them all at once, and you can't get an idea of the size of these birds--but, well. Sheesh. SCARY.

If I were an enormously scary big black bird, my name would be Solomon.