Living for my weekends

La vie en rose? I kept it simple for Happy Hour on my Friday. Other people called it Wednesday or “Hump Day.” I called it the start of my weekend.

Yesterday, I enjoyed French red wine, a salmon sandwich and a good book at Cafe du Soleil in San Francisco.
Cafe du Soleil
I watched dogs walk their humans or chase after them on their bicycles. I saw a dad teaching his kids how to ride bikes by the intersection. Another guy blew-up at a couple down the street. Heads swiveled from cafe patrons and pedestrians when his cursing got louder.

This wine bar in the Haight reminded me of my favorite French bistro in St. Petersburg, Russia.
Chicken pate and a French Merlot

Les Amis De Jean-Jacques near Bolshoy pr reminded me of other bistros in Paris.
By Andrea James
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Even though it felt like the first day of winter in San Francisco, I wanted to enjoy my wine outside and read Gopnik’s “Paris to the Moon.” I just wrapped up my 8-day work week and I think I’m getting over my cold.

Time to celebrate the weekend.

I suppose everyone is working harder.
Summer vacations, over. The economy still sucks.
I don’t think that it makes a difference what industry you’re working; all offices are trying to do more with less. The state of the economy demands that for surivial. Plus, our work ethics won’t let us take a break from the professional challenges and office expectations. At least, that’s true for my hubby and myself.
Last week, I produced the first news show on our new set. It’s beautiful. The new design makes everyone look good. It also amplifies mistakes and I can’t afford to screw up when I’m in the booth.
New Set

Outside of the newsroom, there’s my baby. Daisy has spent a lot of time in the vet’s office. She’s had a bad paw and her first ear infection, ever. On another visit, the doctor found a splinter in her floppy ear. A splinter!!! Poor Dog!

Daisy jumped up on my bench inside the examination room and nuzzled her way behind my back on our last visit. She couldn’t stop shaking. I don’t blame her. She probably didn’t know what was going to be stuck into her body.
Waiting for her daddy
She got a clean bill of health on that visit. Hopefully, she’ll avoid splinters in the future.

It’s the same theme: work hard and play hard. So we take advantage of long weekends. We spent the Labor Day holiday in Half Moon Bay. I fell in love with this calamari and pork belly starter at Cetrella. It’s garnished with crispy chicharrón.
Calamari and Pork Belly

We also spent a lazy Monday afternoon at Montara Beach. Our picnic was inspired by our wine tasting at Half Moon Bay Wine and Cheese.
Picnic in Half Moon Bay

What do you do on your weekends?