scenes from a weekend

this weekend, summer officially started her sun-sprouting engine in california.

shoes came off, knees were bared, frolic ensued.

here's a glimpse of how it went down here.

friday date nights call for silk scarves and red lips.

hunkiest and i tried out the newest, local oyster bar.

red for him, sparkly with a fancy garnish for me.

unfortunately neither of us losers eat oysters, luckily we had other options.

fish and chips for him {he at his fish...i ate his "chips"} and copper river salmon for me!! the last of the season!

if you've never had copper river salmon, please try it next year. it's only available {fresh} four weeks a year. and YES, it is that good.

post seafood sweet.

i limit myself to toppings. and only the crap kind.

saturday we strolled the coast-lined streets of our azure-skied town.

sunday morning coffees and pastries with the beast.

sunday, bloody mary, sunday night.

we beckoned the naughty vamps to come out and play.

a fine finale to a grand weekend.

so far, summer's holding the promise of sun, sultry and romp.

ching ching!

monday happy to you m'loves.

*all photos: goodniteirene.wordpress.com

my twelve stages of grief

shock.

tears.

depression.

rage.

insanity.

a bakery visit. or two.

public display of insanity.

a brief 'loss of time'.

more sweet and safe.

taking to bed.

finding the perfect anti-depressant.

laggard

to say i'm remiss in my mad men episodes is an understatement.

the last time i watched, sally went to town on her hair with a scissors,

and then went to town on herself at a sleepover.

psychiatry ensued.

for me and sally.

i'm aware monsieur draper behaved dreadfully on sunday's season finale.

i'm not sure what wicked deed was committed, but i'm sure as hell not going to find out reading it here or here.

until i'm caught up, i'm ceasing any possible internet exposure to don's distressing act.

powering down loves.