We begin with brunch at the Coffee Cup in LaJolla. The night before I begin thinking about the wonderful Papas Loco (Crispy rosemary potatoes grilled with jalapenos, onions, tomatoes, black beans, jack cheese, cilantro, flour tortillas and a side of sour cream--minus the cheese and the sour cream, if I can resist)...but by the time I get there I find myself ordering the Blackberry Banana Pancakes, keeping in mind that I do not like pancakes at all. Melinda gets the Coffee Cup French Toast which is made with fresh baked cinnamon bread garnished with
blueberry puree & powdered sugar.
We always say we don't ever eat French Toast/Pancakes (and we don't).
We always complain about our seat and move.
We always complain to each other about the service, which is probably a result of complaining about our seat and moving.
We always park in the exact same parking space--it is true!
We always check our tires for chalk marks--and then move the car so we don't get a ticket.
We always walk over to Warwick's and look at the books/pens/cards/tinnif and do not buy anything special.
We always talk about what a beautiful place we live and how much we like how beautiful La Jolla is...then we talk about how we really wouldn't like to live there because of the traffic, May Gray, June Gloom, etc...
We always laugh at each other's jokes, talk about grandkids, ailments, kids, events past, events upcoming, and, of course, SHOES!
This week we went to the Museum of Contemporary Art, which, ashamedly, neither of us had ever visited before. The opening picture was taken there. It was an incredibly beautiful venue...with a phenomenal sculpture of boats suspended in the air outside (or as Melinda puts it--Biscayne Bay after a Hurricane)...
but if you get far enough away...
and look at it just right....
they kind of look like a man made palm tree
The bottom line is that certain days are special and they replay in your mind forever....this will be one of them.
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