Stinson Beach Sunday

Mode of distraction: Convertible modness.
Distracting me from: Superbowl madness.

I think we just birthed a tradition. Superbowl Sunday is typically a bit of a black hole day, for me. Last year, I spent the day doing schoolwork; any other year I'm generally stuck at a party with otherwise good people who, for one day a year, devolve into patriotic lumps that can only bark one-syllable utterances (except, of course, when it comes to profanity), drink the cheapest of beers, and watch a sport so lame only America plays it (yay for generalizations!).

This year, though, a hero shown through the dark, muggy mist of the Superbowl to take back the day and make the most out of a truly gorgeous San Francisco Sunday. That man is my boyfriend. He reserved a red MINI Convertible for four hours, and after donning on appropriate clothes for the warm weather and--gasp--sunscreen of all things, we picked up our fabulous fruit flies, Karen and Lauren, and zipped through the city blasting our beloved pop divas.

Our destination: Stinson Beach.

Snacks and water bottles in tow, we made our way through a fog-free Golden Gate Bridge and up the windy roads to this most humble and quaint of beach towns (kudos to said heroic boyfriend for driving the whole way without so much as a slam on the brakes). We ate at the allegedly historic Sand Dollar, lured by this promising sign:

As Karen said, "Done and dusted." Delicious and oily fried calamari were enjoyed by all, as well as our cocktails and seafood meals. We successfully annoyed the douches next to us, and capped off our splendid fun-in-the-sun with soft-serve ice cream cones. A+.

Far too important to actually set foot on the beach, we quickly made our way back to the city to return the car on time (ish). The car ride back was only a slightly more subdued version of the first leg of the trip, and though we spent more time in the car than on land, that's sort of the point of renting a convertible, now isn't it?

Yes, I will absolutely enjoy Superbowl Sunday infinitely more if it is consistently replaced with Stinson Beach Sunday.

Thank you, San Francisco, for such a beautiful weekend.