Weekends: Heat Wave

What a wild weekend! A heat wave combined with Pride celebrations amplified by the DOMA decision made it a very festive affair in San Francisco.  Rob and I started out with the final opera in our summer series: The Gospel of Mary Magdalene.  I admit to finding myself somewhat “scandalized” by the opera; as much as from the provocative plot as from the chorus wearing jeans and hoodies on stage:

Saturday morning I got up early and prepared for a work event all day in Woodside. Officially made it through a whole week of maintaining my fancy new hairstyle!

I made it to Palo Alto about 45 minutes ahead of schedule for the start of the event, so I grabbed a counter seat at the adorably vintage Palo Alto Creamery for breakfast. 

The work event included a guided hike around the grounds of Djerassi Resident Artists Program – a massive ranch that hosts artists of all sorts throughout the year. This landscape painted on the stump of a fallen redwood was one favorite from the many, many pieces. Beautiful and so hot out.

The event concluded with an elegant “farm to table” luncheon using produce grown in the valley.

I finished networking with fancy business people and booked it back to San Francisco to spend the rest of the afternoon with Rob.  We braved the very-drunk Pride crowds to go to the market. Big dinner of fresh tomato bruschetta and roast chicken.

Another early start on Sunday. Rob and I picked up Nicole at 7:30 am on our way up to Fairfax for a mountain bike race in the hills.  Rob joined the riders while Nicole and I hosted the second aid station on the route near Sir Francis Drake Drive.  I forgot my camera, but it was lovely and shady in the redwoods along Lagunitas Creek.  The ride concluded at Gestalt Haus, a fun bicycle bar in Fairfax. It was so, so hot in there with all the riders – but very festive.

We stopped at In-N-Out for milkshakes on the way back to the city in the afternoon. Dropped Nicole off at her apartment. Rob and I took a long afternoon nap once we got home.  I made a cold bruschetta pasta salad for dinner and we watched the second stage of Tour de France wind around Corsica.