weekend

We had one of those great, eventful weekends that made it okay for us to do absolutely nothing on Sunday. Friday we went downtown for the thai food I've been craving all week and to stroll about town.

Saturday we got up early and Francis finally let me take him to the Little Italy farmer's market. After raspberry lemonades, croissants, and trying to rationalize my way out of the most decadent dessert ever, we drove up to Swami's park to visit friends and their new babe. We visited, napped on the beach a bit, then headed back down to take a breather before heading downtown a second night in a row for beers with friends.

And it was after some beers, a 3am trip to the airport, and Sunday morning brunch with the girls that we did absolutely nothing. By nothing I mean I sprawled on the sofa for hours covering lots of ground in my new book.

{evening sun downtown}

{dinner}

{thai iced tea. best thing ever.}

{people watching}

{vegetable dumplings}

{hipster glasses at urban, naturally}

{architect}

{lemonade, part 1}

{lemonades. yum.}

{raspberry lemonade}

{about town}

{croissant?}

{that may or may not be Donatella Versace back there}

{nerd}

{swami's}

{delightfully misshapen carrots from the garden}

{not performing open heart surgery with bare hands, just peeling beets, also from the garden}