Dancing Anymore | IS TROPICAL

This weekend was perfection. A weekend of really taking a break.. 

Thursday: Hung out with Brian while he was visiting from new york: Looking at art studio spaces, eating lunch in Sausalito, planning a party at Flora Grubb, napping, Izakaya-ing with the boys, seeing Washed Out with Spencer and Brandon, and dancing with Ryan and Amanda.

Friday: Ran errands, got shit done, took a nap, got my picture taken on the street, drank with peeps, ate with peeps, argued weather Anne Hathaway was a “phenomenal actress” (I shouted “no!”  Jason shouted “Fuck you. Brokeback Mountain!”), and laughed at ourselves.

Saturday: Bikram-ed, hiked, mani-pedi-ed, snuck in sushi and wine into a movie theater, and smiled.

Sunday: SouCycled, hiked, cocktailed, movied, and cocktailed again.

Monday: Attempted to get a head start at work, lunched, roamed the city for ice cream, and made a second attempt to get a head start at work but then I realized that I just didn’t want to.

I realized that although getting work done would have given me a head start to the week, it wasn’t worth it. Trading a few hours of awesomeness for productivity just wasn’t worth it. Because this weekend was too good to end early. It was too perfect to be tainted with work. Because when you truly get a break and and feel like your life just took the most refreshing inhale and exhale in months, you don’t open outlook. You open a bottle of wine. And treat yourself to mussels and fries. Because a weekend of relaxing and giving yourself what you need should be rewarded with more relaxing and giving yourself what you want.