I can't believe it's already been two whole weeks since I was out lounging around a hot tub, enjoying the fact that Sunday night meant nothing faced with a Monday (and even half of Tuesday!) off from work. I had the great fortune to have my old high school/middle school crew fly out from New York to meet those of us transplants now on the West Coast for a weekend of California wine tasting. It was about as kitsch as you can get, from a 14th-century-inspired castle winery to a winery accessible by air gondola, and we soaked it all in under fantastically sunny California skies. My SF friends weren't lying when they said that summer comes to San Francisco in October. The reunion was much overdue. It was really a remarkable gift, seeing that my old friends have all grown up into fantastic adults who you still just want to chill with. That they've welcomed me back into the fold so warmly after a decade abroad was more than I had hoped for. #blessed is just so trite, but if ever an occasion called for it...
