Grant is joining the mid-century modern revolution (dragging and co with him) and decided to come up to the city to check out some furniture. After they kicked the tires (metaphorically speaking) on some Noguchi tables, we met up with them at plow in Potrero hill. The wait was far too long, so we said no thanks and headed out to serpentine instead. Now I shouldn't tell you about it, because so far it's proving itself to be an excellent brunch with no wait. I'd say it was my secret place, but the lovely Shannon was there too. Looks like she's in the know!
After brunch (baked eggs for me om nom nom!) Alexander, Abigail, and I killed some time with funny photos. It was all fun and games until it was deemed funny to try and lick the screen. For the record it wasn't me who thought that.
When we had enough photos and grant dealt with the gal who dinged his car and was leaving a note on an envelope in lipgloss, we all said farewell. They were continuing on their midcentury modern adventure, and Randall and I headed over the bay for an ikea/west elm run. We're looking for chairs to go with our dining table thing, and I wanted to see a few things I liked online. Good thing we did, I didn't like them in person. It was a total wasted trip, but at least the bridge view on the way back was worth it.geolocgeolocgeolocgeoloc
The other day our pal Heidi told Randall that they were moving. We assumed this meant moving from the area and were a little bummed to hear the news. Turns out they meant they were moving from one part of Los altos to another. At least that's the plan. Their house sold already, and they're in negotiations for a new compound. Seriously, the marketing flier for the new place says compound.
However one last cozy cup of tea at the rosita still sounded good, so Randall and I headed down the peninsula for dinner. We met them at home, where grant surprised everyone by shaving off his 10 year goatee. Heidi was clearly in shock, but managed to pull it together long enough to go out to dinner. We dined at Pompeii (really solid bolognese, meatballs just okay) and then headed back to the soon not to be their custom home. Abigail and Alexander were in goofy form, and there was both a blanky and light saber war, as well as silly photos. After the kids were in bed, we sat around, drank wine and tea, and chatted mostly about facebook and midcentury modern homes and furniture. That's grant's new thing, but he's got a lot to learn.
Good luck with the counter kiddos! Can't wait to see the compound!geolocgeolocgeolocgeoloc
tonight was the first session for 826 valencia's bayfarer issue 30. it's a 5 week newspaper writing workshop for 8-12 year olds, and i've volunteered to tutor. last time my reporter (they're reporters, us adults are editors) was the nerdy straight A overachiever student. This time i was paired with the rowdiest kids in the class. they couldn't sit still, they couldn't focus, and they had absolutely no idea what they were going to write about. the other two boys at the table couldn't stop laughing, and the other girl was the quietest person i've ever met. seriously she was like this loud. it was almost like she could only mouth words and had no vocal chords. she was cute though, i can't wait to see what she writes. can't wait to see what they all come up with.
Meet Logan, he's jessi's nephew and a little heartbreaker in training.
All evening long he'd walk up to ladies, grab their hands and say
enchante (all frenchy ennchanntaay style). After we both won prizes
for our sweet cookie decorating skillz, I asked Logan if he wanted to
take a picture with me. He was a little shy at first but soon warmed
up to the idea. However he needed to be the art director and posed us
in this fashion. Seriously folks. He's gonna break some hearts someday.