Sunset | Sausalito, CA
Anthropologie Sweatshirt | Free People Jeans
Told you we were going to talk about this sweater again. But not too much, because while it may be 8:30AM in New York City (where I am, sitting at my parents’ dining room table in a ratty, oversized sweatshirt that I bought at the Christmas Fair in elementary school and drinking cup after cup after cup of coffee out of a mug with my childhood cat’s photograph on it), it is 5:30AM in my West Coast head. I’m here for a week on business, but Indy came with me because he wanted to and he’s at an age where he can tag along with me to work things and be okay about it – but as easy as he is to travel with, he still “needed to ask me something” until about 2 o’clock in the morning. And then, once he was absolutely positive that he had woken me up (over and over) beyond the point of no return, he passed out.
I, needless to say, did not.
Damn childlike enthusiasm.
Damn jet lag.
Anyway I have bags under my eyes the size of cruise ships, am still pretty upset about the movie San Andreas (which I watched on the plane, and hooooooooly y’all if you are living anywhere even remotely close to California just go ahead and DON’T WATCH IT (and definitely please don’t watch it on a plane during turbulence ‘kay?)) and I have about thirty seconds to get out the door if I want to make it through rush hour to my crosstown meeting, and so nope, we’re not going to talk about the sweatshirt very much.
All you need to know is that this is the best sweatshirt EVER and you should buy it, because it’ll make you cozy and happy every single time you put it on.
OK, there’s one ore thing you need to know. If you ever visit the Bay Area, here’s what I strongly suggest that you do: take the ferry from San Francisco to Sausalito. Drink a glass of the terrible on-board wine from a plastic cup while getting soaked by ocean spray as you pass Alcatraz and the Golden Gate Bridge, then walk inland past the endless rows of docked yachts. Walk until you find a place called Bar Bocce, then eat cheese-covered meatballs and fig pizzas with your feet in the sand while your children dig for crabs in the surf just a few feet away. And then, when you’re done, walk back to the ferry past the yachts – but slowly, this time – stopping every so often to peer down into the water at the seaweed and fish lurking below, and to sprint down a long pier just because you can. Get back on the ferry sandy and a little sunburned and exhausted, and fall asleep on the ride home.
That’s the best, too.
