In no particular order:
BART, barbecued filet mignon, and a gadget/water fountain/LED-studded jacuzzi in Hayward; baby turkeys and almost hitting a startled vulture with my bike; distressingly avant-garde ballet in Stern Grove, tandem bikes in Golden Gate park followed by spicy hot chocolate in Pacific Heights; smokey air and gibbous moons like blood oranges; river trips, toe-curious fish, deep and chilly water, skinny dipping and cliff jumping in a private sanctuary spotted on Google’s satellite maps; Troy Tuesday at Laszlo with amazing crab tostadas, Ratatat and sauntering home with bagged-up Sparks, walking miles around the Mission District in search of the perfect necklace; B movies and glasses full of Baby Guinness; baby fawns and picking blackberries; cycling and cycling and hill climbing and finally installing a second bottle cage so I don’t get dehydrated in the oppressive heat; seeing the milky way on after-dinner walks and finally learning to consistently locate Polaris; receiving bourbon in the mail that’s so good my brain stutters; a proper picnic dinner—baguette, camembert, goat cheese with herbs, prosciutto, garlic feta orzo, and an olive medley—in the park with cherries and a good Cabernet.
Duolab reunion next weekend!