sandwich thieves

There was a rowdy game of corn hole going down in the middle of the bar, I was sipping on a gross chocolate/raspberry beer situation, I was super hungry and I hadn’t even taken a first bite of the hot fried chicken skin BLT sitting on the picnic table in front of me. I looked away, and suddenly it was gone. Vanished. I’m still processing. Mulling over the thoughts and general not-coolness that would go into jacking someone’s hot and ready sammy right out from under them.

One day, perhaps I will heal, but for now I must forge on. I tried to drink away the pain with red wine but then I got hit in the head with a bean bag. I did win a game, however, and eventually dominated a burrito at a different establishment, but that sandwich will forever hold a place in the unsated part of my mind. The rest of the weekend was all about spending time outdoors. A farmers market, a group hang at Dolores Park, delicious sushi and an all-day Napa wine tasting extravaganza with a bunch of cool cats.

I even had my very first book club meeting with Plucky Reads and it was pretty incredible. We read and discussed “Where’d You Go, Burnadette?” (which was hilarious–you should read it) and we’re taking suggestions for next month’s book selection. Who’s interested? Click here. Also click here to see who won $25 to the Mint Julep Boutique.

How was your weekend? Anyone steal your food?