Lately I have kinda skimped on the blog posts.
Summer has turned to fall. This weekend. Officially. And otherwise.
Friday night, My sister had a fun little dinner to kick it off. I brought the ever elusive Macaron Prosecco, macarons (both birthday gifts from Ellen), pumpkin ale, and three fallen leaves.
And there was a girls night to the city to see Ben Rector & Tyrone Wells. At the Fillmore. And of course a little dinner and drinks around the corner before the show.
The Fillmore is quite possibly my favorite San Francisco venue. Mostly because there is so much history there.
Both my parents grew up locally. I love thinking about the bands they saw there. (Or at the Fillmore West which was more their era).
Their equivalent of my Needtobreathe, Mat Kearney, Ben Rector.
I loved exploring the poster wall imagining which ones they were at.
Which, according to my dad was Santana, Paul Butterfield, It's a Beautiful Day,Quicksilver, Jefferson Airplane and more he can't remember.
This week I have been staying at my parents while they explore New England in the fall. Trying hard not to be jealous.
But in the mean time, Smiles and I are enjoying some gorgeous sunrises and walks with a view.
Sunday afternoon involved quite a few snuggles with this little miss. I really like her. I am hoping its mutual.
Happy Fall, Y'all.