This is the jacket in purple.
Grandma was concerned that if they wore them together, people would talk about how they were twins.
And this is the jacket in red.
I also convinced my mom to try on these new fabulous wide-leg pants that looked fabulous on her (and she got them in black and khaki). And then I got a beautiful beautiful plum shirt (silk cotton blend, 3/4 length sleeves, boatneck neck with pointelle detail) for my birthday. Yay!
We ate lunch at the Palo Alto Creamery at the mall and as we were ordering, a man walking by commented to my father (who was wearing his University of Wisconsin-Madison dad t-shirt) that he was a Madison alum who was now a professor at Stanford. So we all had a nice little laugh about that.
Then we headed to a beach via Highway 84, which is the most winding and awful highway that ever existed. I was getting sick, my mom was getting sick, my brother was getting sick of the heights, my grandma was getting worried about the curves, but it was just a bad idea. But the beach was really nice when we got there. It had all kinds of cool rock formations that you could climb over to get to the beach. The water was of course very freezing cold but it was fun to run in to the ocean and run out, being chased by the waves.
Then that night, David and I went to their hotel (they got a wonderful two story penthouse with kitchen and two bathrooms for a steal!) to make dinner, which turned out ok. It was a pasta dish where I about tripled the amount of pasta without tripling the sauce. But meh. Now we have leftovers for days.
On Thursday, David and I both had the day off so we took the family to San Francisco to go to Chinatown for dim sum and cheap fun things. That night we also went to Kabul, an Afghan restaurant about 20 minutes away with wonderful food and big servings, so we went home with 5 take-out containers filled with food.
And now they're heading home. It's strange to think that, come Wednesday, I'll be heading home too. I'm not actually that sad about it thinking about it right now, but I'm sure I'll be a mess at the airport. It'll be better than leaving last time, though, since I'm not leaving at night and we've agreed to not draw it out as long as we did before. I'll probably also research flights for David for Thanksgiving, since Stanford gets a week off and we only get Thanksgiving and Friday.
Living with someone else is a rewarding experience, if you're living with the right person. It allows you to see yourself in a different light and learn things about yourself that you may not have seen before. Who knows what the future will bring now? We want to live together again if we can manage it next summer, although preferably in Madison since it's difficult to find cheap apartments in California.
So that's that. I've been avoiding packing, of course, and buying more groceries than we actually need so David will have something to eat when I'm gone. Not that he's not self-sufficient. Just that I feel like I need to take care of him.