We went and visited some new friends at their rad new winery—Scribe—for a mid-summer dinner of wood-fire baked pizza and pinot out of jam jars. Elliot loved playing and exploring around the historic Hacienda.
We just closed out a weekend which was a culmination of two major projects we were working to promote: the Heels & Wheels fashion show and the Huichica Music Festival. Auntie Mato came up to attend both and we had a nice weekend with her including some breakfast at Artisan Bakery with Lauren & Penny.
Elliot’s eyes welled up with tears and her lip trembled . . . “we’re not going to give Mommy breakfast in bed . . . ?” This in response to me telling her we were taking Mommy to breakfast instead. The tradition is always to have breakfast in bed. So, before heading to the Fremont Diner with Lauren and Sasha, Elliot and I woke up early and brought toast and tea to our favorite girl.
And, of course, ice cream played into it too.
Even after eight years, the novelty of a Sonoma Fourth of July is as shiny and crisp as a the vintage red firetrucks in the parade. We love: the buzz of people walking by with lawn chairs in hand on hot summer mornings, schizophrenic hometown bands, barbecue smoke encircling historic buildings, bicycles with streamers, recognizing nearly everyone in the parade, building up an appetite in the pool for grilled food, front yard firecrackers, glowing parties circling Vallejo’s field, blankets and bottle openers and glow necklaces in a dusky meadow and a fireworks show to use up a year’s worth of oohs and ahhs.
an “old timey” take on the parade:
(for a more surrealistic version of the video, go here)
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