Boys in gray sweaters

I saw a cute boy in a gray sweater today. I love boys in gray sweaters.

But beyond that, the whole weekend was good. On Saturday, Megan and I went to Vik's Chaat Corner in Berkeley, and gorged ourselves on deliciousness. I'd never had bhatura cholle or masala dosa, and both were supar yummy. I want to go again, um, tomorrow.

Today (Sunday), I met up with the lovely, original, and inspiring Zully and Lynn, for fun in SF and H&M. I got a shirt and a necklace. I'm not wearing the necklace right now, on top of my scrubby pjs, really. Ok fine, I am.

It was after H&M that we passed by the Clift Hotel, where I saw the above-mentioned boy, probably a doorman for the hotel. He had a fun little faux-hawk and was cute anyway; add the gray sweater and I was like, oh mans. I love boys in gray sweaters.

Ooh! And I slept in until almost 11AM this morning. I was so proud of myself. If I had a cute boy in a gray sweater to cuddle up with, that would be frickin' awesome. I would stay in bed until noon.