Discovery at the Sunset

I'm sleepy now. It's only 6pm and already I'm ready to curl up with a blanket and a book, maybe some cocoa. Aww. How cozy.

This weekend seemed to fly by. I stayed busy, but I don't feel like I have tons to show for it. Here's what went down:

-Friday night: Made pastitsio and had my brother and his girlfriend over for dinner. We watched "The Sation Agent," the I read a few magazines and parts of a couple books.
-Saturday: Made omeletes for breakfast. Went running. Finished the Piglets. Bought some awesome, cheap-ass boots at Payless Shoes, as well as a totally dorky pair of cheap-ass black loafers to wear to the catering gig I worked that night (we were to report wearing all black, and I have two pairs of back boots, but no black shoes).
This catering gig was on Treasure Island. Part of the reason I chose to do work it was the location, as I've never had a reason to go to Treasure Island. It's mostly an old Coast Guard station. The event, a Christian film awards ceremony (?!), was in a huge-ass hangar. I worked back of the house at the bussing station, scraping plates into the trash and loading dirty plates, flatware, and glasses into crates. It was fun. I'd forgotten how cinchy most careting jobs are when you are part of an on-call events staff. Brainless work, easy cash, hookups to tasty leftovers. I'm sore today from lifting crates full of plates, but that's okay. We were done at 10--early to my standards. Treasure Island has great views of the Bay Bridge and the SF skyline.
Sunday: Made banana pancakes, apple bars, and quince compote. Sewed rick-rack trim to an old demin jumper. Walked to the cemetary with Joe...checked out the columbarium. I'll write more about that tomorrow, it's time to eat now...