The weekend started off lovely enough. We went out for dinner to celebrate a friend's birthday on Friday. And that's when we learned what sink riding meant. Apparently, some customers decided to get a little naughty on the bathroom sink the previous weekend. It didn't turn out too well for them, though. They broke the sink completely off the wall!
Saturday was a beautiful sunny day and I spent the afternoon in the East Bay photographing the cutest little family. When I got home, I treated myself to a bowl of flaming hot cheetos. They're so pretty...
On Sunday, The Boyfriend and I went shopping at the outlets nearby. Not two hours after he tells me he "just can't do pink," the guy is trying on pink polos in Lacoste because "Kanye wears them." I have to say, the color looks pretty good on him.
If the weekend had ended there, all would be fine and dandy. Oh, if only... When we got home, we noticed my tire was looking a little flat. I went over to inspect and found that I somehow managed to run over a screw. It hit my tire at juuuuuust the right angle to go straight through the tread. These tires are less than two years old and barely have 10,000 miles on them. I'm hoping they're still under some sort of warranty. Otherwise, I'm screwed.