Finally!

Chris is done with the bar exam! And hopefully for good! We won't know whether he passed until mid-November, but since there's no point in fretting about it in the meantime, we've been kicking up our heels. It all started Thursday night: he came home from San Mateo and the booze started flowing. An innocuous beer with dinner, followed by a veritable tidal wave of liquor at the bar: shots, shots, shots, beer, beer, beer... The best part was when in the cab home (I only had 1 drink over the course of the night, wisely realizing that one of us had to be coherent enough to get us home), Chris slurs to me, "Ishn't it weeeird that even when I'm shooo drunk, I shound totally shober??" Hee...okay, so I exaggerate, but it was still funny.

Friday hurt for Chris so we just stayed home and appreciated being able to hang out together without the cloud of impending bar exam doom hanging over our heads. It was weird.

Then Saturday rolled around and off we went to the Farmers' Market, because I'm convinced that you haven't lived until you've tried a grilled peach. I figured it would be a couple of hours of me bouncing excitedly from booth to booth, while Chris slogged along behind, not understanding my joy over organic heirloom tomatoes. But lo and behold, guess who lurves the FM?! Chris was in raptures over the Chinese teahouse, in particular, over his choice in oolong tea and the plateful of little dim sum goodies we ordered. Then he scarfed down a handful of tortilla chips with yummy mango salsa, plowed through a fruit tartlette (of which I got maybe one full bite), and ate the majority of our juicy grilled peach. Piggy. Along the way, he picked up some loose-leaf tea, a jar of apricot conserves, a bag of the most delicious tamales, and a few peaches. Retail therapy seems to be his weapon of choice in dealing with post-bar decompression. I have no complaints. We also admired some strange-looking mushrooms, fondled some tomatoes, and pondered barbequed oysters, but managed to pass on them. Pockets lightened considerably, we left happy and stuffed (at least he was) and went off to the Haight for an armful of CDs at Amoeba and spent the rest of the day with Mike and Adam, doing little more than lolling on Mike's beautiful new couch, eating large quantities of food, and blabbing about this and that. The perfect Saturday, as far as I'm concerned.

This Thursday, we're heading down to L.A. to look at a bunch of potential wedding sites. The stress that I managed to forestall while Chris was otherwise occupied has moved in and brought its relatives. But I'm hoping that once we have a site and caterer nailed down, we'll be able to relax and take care of the remaining details in a more relaxed manner. Hahahahaha...who the hell am I kidding??