friday fun days... friday pie days...

I had a very lovely Friday. I spent most of the time on my own, but I firmly believe that some of our best days are spent this way. I woke up naturally without an alarm, browsed some of my favorite blogs and then got ready for the day. I have yoga class every Friday this term from 10-12pm, so I spent those two hours stretching, breathing deeply and learning more about the practice. (Can I just say how glad I am to be taking this class and starting my weekend off in this manner? I haven't? Well I just want to say I'm incredibly glad to be taking this class, it's the best way to kick off my weekends!)

After class I headed off to Golden Gate Park. I was going to meet some folks to check out the Picasso Exhibit (fourth time for me) but they were running incredibly late. Rather than allowing their poor punctuality get the best of me, I decided to do some exploring in the park. I headed off towards Stow Lake and figured I could take a few snaps to kill some time. I'll be the first to admit that "being one with nature" doesn't really come naturally to me, so that fact that much of this part of the park is artificial (man made) is a fact that doesn't really bother me. I crossed a bridge that seemed Tolkien inspired (est. in 1893 apparently) and then I went on to circle the island aimlessly. At one point I came across some sort of blue bird and try as I may, I could not get a close up shot of it. Anytime I took a step towards its direction it flew off to hide. I probably dedicated a half hour attempting to do so, but sadly to no avail.

After exploring Stow Lake for about an hour, I found myself still waiting for the folks with no concept of punctuality (I think that's going to be how I refer to them from now on). Not one to be easily dismayed, I made my way towards the Rose Garden which I had never been to anyway. I must say that the foggy & windy San Francisco summer probably doesn't lend itself to abundant lush rose gardens. Most of the beds looked past its peak, but there were enough blooms nonetheless to hold my attention. Keeping in mind that this isn't the garden at its best, I actually quite liked it. The smell of roses permeated the air and it was quite darling seeing all the (clearly labelled) different varieties. The garden reminded me of my grandmother (who was incredibly fond of roses) and I found myself wishing I had taken her here before she passed away.

After spending about a half hour here I finally got the call from the folks with no concept of punctuality. They had (finally) arrived and were just looking for parking. So I made my way towards the De Young Museum and waited.... and waited... and waited... About 15 minutes later I heard my name being called and was greeted by the site of the folks with no concept of punctuality. At this point I was famished and didn't really want to spend time with them. So I got them their tickets (as a member of the museum, tickets are either free or discounted for me) and bid my farewell. I headed off towards Peasant Pies on Irving Street to  grab some pies to take home. Once there I was feeling a little self indulgent, so I ended up walking away with 5 savory pies and 5 dessert pies. I then drove home excited to see my dogs and promptly warmed a few pies in the oven for a late lunch. Yes... I did just type a few pies. I ended up eating a Spinach Feta pie, half each of the Vanilla Flan and Chocolate Flan, and lastly my favorite from the lot, Blueberry Pear. I can eat this in less time than it takes for me to type supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Safe to say I was quite full afterwards.