My two 50# suitcases & I flew up to San Jose on Friday morning. We were greeted by my friend Andrea, an empty ice chest, two styrofoam cups and a Honda Odessey gassed up and ready to hit the open road.
We stopped by her studio to gather a few last minute things, pit stopped at the market for some snacks that consisted of carrots, hummus, crackers, ice, instant coffee, apples, diet coke, a bag of ice and M&M's (duh) for out weekend and we got on out way towards Art-Is-You in Petaluma.
We stopped at an amazing farm to market resturant called Blue Barn where the food was freshly prepared and cold water was served in mason jars. Water just tastes better in Mason jars, but shoot, so do margaritas.
We crossed the big red bridge chatted, laughed, giggled, missed a turn or two and made our way to where we were staying. Because I had waited to long to make reservations at the Sheraton where Art-Is-You is held, Andrea found a little cottage on Airbnb to rent for two nights.
Google's navigation lead us to a quint little cul-de-sac in Petaluma that was going to be our home sweet home. It was all very "Braverman-ish" (If you are a fan of Parenthood than you know what I mean.) Kinda dreamy.
We followed the rocky path past the main residence, through the garden gate and found our little cottage nestled in a really lovely yard and garden. The entire yards was filled with a 100 shades of green, overflowing with homegrown vegetables, pretty flowers, a variety of herbs and oh, cannabis...
also known as marijuana.
insert screeching brakes.
I broke out in a silly nervous giggle and kinda dorked out because I have never seen a marijuana plant in real life (just on COPS and silkscreened tshirts at the skate shop) and really on tshirts for boys?
Okay, so maybe it wasn't as "Braverman" as I had thought but really, it probably is.
To be continued...