You know what’s freakin’ awesome? When your “average” weekend includes a dress-up pub crawl (celebrating your birthday), at least five gallons of rosé, a random post-ocean-dip bike gang (beach cruisers natch) meetup that leads to an epic patio hang and ridiculous night out, brunch at Woody’s with bottomless mimosas (shhhh twice but don’t tell 
anyone, it was a holiday weekend, k?), more bike gang cruising with a completely different crew, volleyball, AND deep talks. Like, that’s NORMAL around here. If anyone wondered why I live where I do, this is why.
The blurry pic is one of my favorites …