After the movies, we went on a quick trip to Amoeba, where Patrick bought some albums (Coltrane). I was thinking (hoping!) that when we got there, Stewart Copeland might meet us... but no. Well, a girl can dream?
It was truly a lovely weekend. I felt loved, which is always nice, no? The only bad thing that happened was, on Friday, I had to go to Lazy Acres to buy a few things for the party. I went at night, while Patrick gave Jules his bath. I got great stuff - their Bhutanese Red Rice Salad is delicious. I'm actually eating the leftovers today for breakfast. I got a few other things, including my favorite Salted Caramel ice cream, and then I left. In the parking lot, I was lazy about putting my cart away, and I just pushed it up to the line in the space to the right of my car. When I pulled out, I totally forgot it was there, and I hit it. Hard. That thing flipped. I'm really lucky no one was over there, or another car.
There are a few tiny scratches on my car, but I don't really care about that. I'm not fussy. However, the passenger side mirror is now all wonky. We were running a little late yesterday, and didn't want to take the time to take the car seat out of my car, so we took my car to Culver City. Patrick had to wedge the mirror in place with a piece of newspaper. It works but obviously this is not a suitable permanent solution.
Anyway, then, in response to a message I tweeted yesterday, this happened, this morning. I'm a happy girl today.
|I'd like to collect that hug and kiss in person, please.|