sandwich thieves

Friday night my sandwich was stolen. There was a rowdy game of corn hole going down in the middle of the bar, I was sipping on a gross chocolate/raspberry beer situation, I was super hungry and I hadn't even taken a first bite of the hot fried chicken skin BLT sitting on the picnic table in front of me. I looked away, and suddenly it was gone. Vanished. I'm still processing. Mulling over the thoughts and general not-coolness that would go into jacking someone's hot and ready sammy right out from under them.

One day, perhaps I will heal, but for now I must forge on. I tried to drink away the pain with red wine but then I got hit in the head with a bean bag. I did win a game, however, and eventually dominated a burrito at a different establishment, but that sandwich will forever hold a place in the unsated part of my mind. The rest of the weekend was all about spending time outdoors. A farmers market, a group hang at Dolores Park, delicious sushi and an all-day Napa wine tasting extravaganza with a bunch of cool cats.

I even had my very first book club meeting with Plucky Reads and it was pretty incredible. We read and discussed "Where'd You Go, Burnadette?" (which was hilarious--you should read it) and we're taking suggestions for next month's book selection. Who's interested? Click here. Also click here to see who won $25 to the Mint Julep Boutique.

How was your weekend? Anyone steal your food?