Sweets from Knead Patisserie (including the evil pomme d’amour).
What an epic week. This weather is making people frisky, and definitely more relaxed. And dare I say nicer? Last night, at Jacques Pépin’s 75th birthday party upstairs at Waterbar, guests got to take advantage of both outdoor terraces—let’s just say the view of the water and the Bay Bridge is even prettier on a warm evening. I’ve been riding my bike all over town—and it feels like everyone else is, too. I’ve also been staying out way too late this week—it’s like I’m on summer break, well, until my alarm goes off in the morning.
We deserve warm weather more often, can I petition for it? (Oh wait, we’re too busy fighting over the Blue Bottle Coffee cart in Dolores Park. Ahem.) I’m also trying to ignore the RAIN in the forecast for Sunday—going to the Treasure Island Music Festival in a raincoat is not what I had in mind for the weekend. Lame.
Okay, I have a ton of writing to do today—time to flip on the afterburners so I can get out there and play this evening. Operative word: alfresco.