Labor Day Weekend


I don't know why Labor Day weekend is considered the last days of summer. For us in the Bay Area, I think our summer might just be beginning! This past three day weekend was sun-soaked and food-filled, literally. I have random new tan lines from picnics outside and one of our mornings consisted of four beignets, a fried oyster scramble, and cheesy grits. Favorite moments from the weekend included: a concert at the Fox, eating tacos with the sun in our eyes, sipping iced coffees at The Village, playing around the garden with my mom and the setting sun, biking to the Mission for the first time, and indulging in my new obsession - Mad Men!  

Three day weekends, why can't you happen every week?