Weekend Love

Two good things happened in the last 12 hours. Last night I was walking to Sugar Magnolia (the hippie house the Stanford boys live in) and a cute cute boy got out of a cab right next to me, smiled and offered me an "ice cold beer". When does that actually happen?
Secondly, I was fishing my lipstick out of my tiny purple purse this morning and happened upon a lone semi-sweet chocolate chip, perfectly preserved for who knows how long, in all it's chocolatey splendor, for a morning snack..what a nice little surprise. Back to my Yosemite weekend...
After we got back into the city, Peter invited me to dinner with him, Dak, and Rainer. I walked down to their house on Marina Boulevard. It has the most unbelievable view; the kind of view that shows you that San Francisco is like no other city in the world; because it has magical views that people work their whole lives to move to see (at least that's what their old, grumpy next door neighbors say) They look onto Marina Green and straight at the Golden Gate Bridge. The fog leached the red out of the bridge and left it as a phantom, floating with light beams shafting through it, cutting at a diagonal down to the water. We went to a very nice little restaurant in the Marina and Peter was nice enough to pay for everyone. These Stanford kids are so incredibly smart and motivated and involved in so many things. They don’t define or identify themselves as outdoorsy people; it is just one of the many fun things they do. They were discussing things like probability and gambling, and whether you could statistically quantify whether someone’s life like Al Capone was worth it to humanity from a utilitarian standpoint and whether his invention of “Good Until” labels on milk cartons negated all the people he killed. They take one interesting little tid bit and contemplate it to a level that almost seems like a joke because it is so nerdy and complex and over my head; but they are just very genuine curious people.

Being around people like that reminds me of the kind of guys I want to be with. It reminds me not to settle for guys with small passions or inertia, no zest for adventure and life and no intellectual curiosity. These guys love to do risky things that make you feel more alive, but they don’t do it like meatheads, they do it smartly and thoughtfully and without bravado. I would love to have these guys as my friends and I would love to date someone that smart who challenged me to think that much in one dinner conversation.
Life is just so very good and so very unexpected. 2009 has probably been my favorite year so far. 2004 rivals it, but given its fade with time, 2009 is by far my favorite year.