Weekend Snaps

I'm still recovering from the excitement of yesterday (I'm sure you're over it by now, but cut me some slack), but I do have some pics to share from the weekend.  Not quite as many as I promised, but it just so happens that neither one of us had our model faces on on Sunday.  But.  Luckily, I snapped a few on our night out on Saturday, and on our lazy beach stroll the next day for you to enjoy.

On Saturday night, we were feeling fancy, so we headed to the Huntley Penthouse and hung out with all the fabulous L.A. types.  Yeah, that's how we roll.  JK.  The best people watching ever though.

The Sunday sun was so wonderful.  It was a gift of a day.

 {strolling}

{Urth saved our lives on Sunday.  I'm not exaggerating.  PLEASE do yourself a favor and go get a piece of their coconut custard pie.  Like ASAP.} 

An aside:  I've always wished that I could be the type of person who played (and enjoyed) beach volleyball.  It just looks so tempting with it's tanned and toned players, it's lack of helmet or knee pad or cleat requirement, and it's sunny, sandy court.  But then once the first serve flies over that net, oh it's awful.  It's so deceptively awful.  And it just makes me feel inferior.  Is it not enough that I love strolling, and seashell hunting, and laying on the beach?  Do I also have to enjoy painful net sports on its sandy shores in order to truly call myself a beach person?  If so, I forfeit the challenge.  You win, beachy bikini-clad volleyball girls, you win.

Lazy Sundays spent with best friends are the best kind of days.  Especially when there's sand and sun involved.

P.S. Not pictured: dinner at the M Street Kitchen, formerly known as La Grande Orange.  Still a solid choice for a casual dinner, and I love the outside patio and the sangria, but I must say, the ahi and guac appetizer just isn't the same without the tortilla chips.  Bring it back, M Street!  Please?