Notes for a beautiful Monday morning:

This last weekend was the most beautiful the Bay area has experienced in quite a while. Or maybe it's just me. I have to get out more.

My roommate made a blueberry poundcake yesterday that didn't work out for "giving to the new boyfriend's parents" purposes. Lucky me, this means that I have a snack for today to have with my tea.

I was supposed to go to the Ansel Adams show at SFMOMA Friday night, but my stomach was still feeling icky after last week's, um, ickyness. As it was, I hung out with Jish and watched The Avengers, one of the biggest disappointments of my movie-watching career.

Saturday I went with Jish and Björn and some guy from Germany to see Depeche Mode, with Poe opening for them. In my opinion, the opening was entirely too short and the one song that I know from her that I really like was the song I liked least in the set. I think I'll be buying her cd soon.

DM was pretty good. I haven't listened to their new cd yet, but I suspect that I wouldn't like it as much as I've liked their earlier stuff (and by earlier, I mean everything before Ultra). I thought that they started out a bit slow, and stayed slow till the middle, when the pace picked up considerably and suddenly everyone was on their feet, singing and dancing and having a jolly good time. All in all, the show was a blast, from watching the lead singer prance around bare-chested in his low-rise leather pants (causing the women behind us to shriek about his sexiness), to watching the freaks in their 80's goth get-ups try to pick their way through the sold-out, territorial crowd. You can see other reviews of the show over at Jish.nu, Darkness Falls, and Fury.com

Yesterday was:
waking up mid-morning to a gloriously clear, sunny, not-too-hot day;
walking to the farmers market and picking up corn, zucchini and mushrooms and lots and lots of flowers;
realizing I didn't plan my time very well and rushing to get to Kevin's launch/lunch party for CentralBooking, which reassured me that I'm not *always* a party dork;
a drive in a convertible and a walk on the beach;
a dinner of ... you guessed it: corn, zucchini and marinated chicken with mushrooms, which reassured me that I can conceive of and eat a complete meal without the presence of a bread product (e.g. pizza crust, pasta);
a whole bunch of other good stuff that was threatened by, but did not succumb to, a strange mood I was in last night. Disaster narrowly avoided.

Maybe it's just the weather, but life is good today.