August and everything after...

Ryan and I are back. We made it through our first anniversary without any hiccups...sort of. There were a few minor issues we had to work through and it wouldn't have been Ryan and Jen's anniversary without some drama.

First of all, I was a day late for our weekend. I had to stay and work on a project that was due Saturday. So, I went down Friday afternoon and made it just in time for my 5:30 massage. For those of you who have never had a massage...get one. I'm always anxious before I get a massage, but then about 3 minutes into it, I'm asking myself why I don't do this more often. Then I tell myself why...because they are very expensive and only for special occasions. The massage was awesome and so was the super soft robe I wore from my room to the spa. I wore it in the elevator--I didn't care. I had slippers too.

While I was getting a massage, Ryan was finishing up a work day in the San Francisco office. I felt so guilty. We had a great dinner at a fancy restaurant on the Embarcadero--we ordered whatever we wanted and didn't even look at the bill when it came. Our hotel room was awesome. It smelled like lavender and lemon. We had no business being there, it was too fancy. But, it was fun. Ryan LOVED the bathroom. The shower had no doors--you just walked in, and it was all done in limestone. Our view was of the ferry building, the bay, and the bridge--just like the picture on the website. In fact, that might be our room.

We got up very early on Saturday morning and drove back to Sacramento so that I could attend a summer school class. It sucked that we had to go back, but I had no choice. As soon as my class was over, we headed to the train station and headed back to the city.

I left Ryan's cell phone on the train. If anyone find's it, call me. Needless to say, it was a huge bummer and really dumb of me. The first thing you are supposed to do when you leave ANYWHERE, is check for personal belongings. I forgot the cardinal rule of travel: I failed to check for personal belongings

Sunday was spent mostly on public transportation. We had to go down to the Marina district to get a new phone--at one point we were on a bus in Chinatown and it was so full we couldn't move, or breathe. We met an 93 year-old man who kept telling us to watch him push his way out of the bus. He said he had to stick his elbows out and push, otherwise he would miss his stop.

I forgot to tell you that we had what may have been the best reakfast of our lives on Sunday morning. Ryan hadn't even finished his first bite before he was saying this. But, it was true. It was perfect.

We headed home, but not before we had to wait 3 hours at the Richmond train station for our train back to Sac. The train was obviously late. It was torture. We made it home last night and our cats were so happy to see us. It was a good weekend.

Now, we are back to reality.

It's strange that Peter Jennings died, right? I don't know why, but I'm sad about it. I think death is lame. We should just live forever.

I'm looking into gettting a camera soon. This blog is about to blow up when that happens.