7 40 pm pst It was a grey day and Matthew had to wake me in order to get ready for our 1 o'clock lunch date. As we drove to Sausalito, he reminisced about his old job and commute. I love when he shares his past with me. I feel as though I know him better. We were running just a little bit late and mat- thew elected to ignore the directions and just 'FIND HIS WAY.' He did so with great ease. His sense of direction astounds me. Lunesse and DLJ have a fantastic apartment. We got the full tour and I envied the wonderful lived-in feel of their shared space. I hope I get a chance to live with Matthew soon. After meeting DLJ's former boss, as well as three friendly cats, we hopped in the car and made our was to a well populated stretch of road lined with restaurants and stores. After we each with- drew money from the ATM, we began wandering, merging with the tourists as we looked for lunch.
Matthew remarked on the 'SEA-FARING NATURE' of the town as the four of us strolled along and laughed at the surprising number of unattractive wares for sale. In addition to the stunning bay view, there were plentiful sailboats and seagulls posing for passers-by. With a smile, I offered to buy Matthew a poncho, and then I had to confess to Lunesse that I find the word 'poncho' amusing and thus must use it in conversation as often as possible. She nodded as though she understood. Eventually we arrived at our restaurant destination. We all hungrily located menu items to suit our tastes. I had scrumptious risotto, and though I picked out the mushrooms, I did my best to eat the bitter spinach because I know it is full of good vitamins. The conversation was non-stop and covered all manner of topics. DLJ claimed that his clear lemonade was very flavorful and my mouth began to water. I ordered a glass for myself. I departed to put more money in the parking meter and when I returned to the restaurant I couldn't resist a second glass. We had a strange waitress and I made running commentary on the older couple playing cribbage at a near-by table, They specifically ordered their lentil soup in bread bowls and then they didn't eat even a bite of said bread bowls. I was shocked. Everyone at my table had to hear about it, and then I also shared a story from a few earlier. Matthew and I were in the market and a woman knocked a loaf of bread onto the ground. It rolled out off its bag. Then another woman approached and took the bread to purchase.
The lovely couple had spoken highly of both a toy store and a candy shop. Thus we found our- selves discussing the craftsmanship of the Buffy doll, questioning the inclusion of a dead body with the Scully doll, and commenting on the frog hat that I insisted on wearing. The toy store had an incredible selection of kitsch and we all spent a bit of time playing. But the toy store came after the wonderful land of candy goodness: Atomic Fireballs to Zots Munchies Candies from Around the world -- in Sausalito The store-owner encouraged his patrons to sample and candies which they were curious about, as they filled their buckets with flavored sweets. He recommended a different hot candy to Matthew, and my beau spent the next ten minutes fighting tears from his flaming tongue.
When we finally left we made our way to Target to buy new windshield wipers for Matthew and new white socks for me. Once in Target I felt the need to play with every- thing. I made Matthew take a picture of me in an ugly orange hat. He didn't fail to roll his eyes at my behaviour...

 

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