So mostly today was just chill. I slept in, sat around reading, went to the gym, accidentally stole someone’s treadmill (totally not my fault), bought some fudgsicles, took a shower, washed some dishes, watered plants…
Then Drew came home and Facebooked me a Clue.
That started a 3-hour treasure hunt, that took us from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, to Sean Connery, to Milagra Ridge, to the Pacifica Pier, to Craigslist Missed Connections, to Barnes and Noble at Tanforan, to our closet.
It was a lot of walking outside in the wind.
But I found the first outside clue (at Milagra Ridge) pretty quickly.
I understood what “tadpole graveyard” was referring to…but that clue was well-hidden on another of the many Pacifica ridges.
After I finally figured it out, we trekked back to where the car was parked.
Next stop: Rainbow Brite and the Star Stealers FTW!
MISSED CONNECTION…I’ve never had a missed connection before! (Missed Connections is a section on Craigslist where you can put up a message for a stranger, maybe someone with whom you exchanged a meaningful glance on the street, in the hopes that they’ll read it and email you and you can fall in love. Or whatever.)
(Man, that table has become kind of a mess.)
Fun Fact: Drew has since gotten two responses to this ad, and neither of them are from me.
To Barnes and Noble!
While I looked through all the copies of A Streetcar Named Desire, a man perused the Shakespeare volumes on the higher shelf.
And as long as we’re at Barnes and Noble anyway, we might as well pick up a couple Stephen King books to round out my collection.
Then home, because I had to go through all these shoes…
And this laundry basket of socks…
To find my present: a passport! Well, everything I need to just go in and get my passport.
I’ve never had a passport, but I really want one. And it’s one of my 2011 New Year’s Resolutions to get one. But it’s one of those things that just kind of never gets done… Best birthday present ever! And best day ever! So much fun. And I’m glad Drew wanted to document the whole thing.
I probably don’t talk him up enough. Trust me – he’s the best. Like, ever.