What a wonderful weekend

This post is 4 days in the making - oops.

We had a fabulous weekend! This is not to take anything away from my California friends - I love my friends here and We're very blessed in the people we've met through work/church/the neighborhood. But there's something about spending time with an old friend. One who has known you since before you were even dating your husband, someone who you've known since her daughter (now a full on teenager) was William's age. It's awesome.

Brittany had a tax conference in San Francisco last week so we had planned for her to stay through the weekend and we'd head up there after work on Friday. By the time we got there it was bedtime for all, but we wanted to be able to get up and moving Saturday morning rather than waste precious daylight driving up there.

Saturday we were complete tourists. We started our day by having breakfast at one of the recommended breakfast spots in Brittany's tourist magazine. One of the cool things about San Francisco is how old it is - the famous restaurants have been around for decades and they're so unique. After breakfast we spent half an hour trying to figure out how best to catch a trolley - apparently a popular thing on weekends! But we finally caught one and headed down to ghiradelli square.

I think I expected more from ghiradelli square - but hey, they had chocolate - what else could I really expect?

William and Austin had fun running around and playing in the square, so I guess that was a good bonus too.

Somehow by the time we finished there it was already lunch time. I felt like we had just eaten, but we were all hungry so I guess that trolley ride took it all out of us. We relied again on Brittany's tourist book from her hotel and found a restaurant that claimed to have the best Irish coffee in the world. How could we not challenge that?

We were skeptical as we read the reviews - how could it be the best? Isn't it all the same? But when we walked in we noticed not a single person was drinking anything besides the Irish coffee. So it had to be something special right?

It was a weird structure for a restaurant - they do not seat customers, you seat yourself which means there are a ton of vulchers lurking around the tables. Also, if there are empty seats at someone else's table, you just pop a squat and make new friends. So, the 4 of us paired up with a group of 3 and stole a 7 top when it opened. It was pretty fun!

After lunch we went back to the trolley (good thing we bought a day pass) and headed back to the hotel. I had aspirations of Brittany and I sneaking down to union square while William napped, but what happened was we all 4 fell asleep - and I'm pretty sure William fell asleep last! Saturday afternoon nap...is there anything better???

After we all slowly woke up we...you guessed it...hopped back on the trolley to go down to the fisherman's wharf for dinner. William's parents, God bless them, didn't plan well for the weather so the poor child needed a new hat and new jacket.

What a big little minion I have!!!

We had dinner at an upstairs restaurant and had the perfect seats for the surprise fireworks at 8:30. William was so excited!

So, the day flew by and it seemed to revolve around food, but it was one of the best days. It was so refreshing to see Brittany and have all day to just talk and do nothing significant - it was so needed, and I loved every minute.