On Saturday my parents came out to visit. My mom has only seen my place once, right after we moved in (over 6 months ago!) and my dad has been maybe three times total. We had plans to take them to one of our favorite fish houses for lunch, but once I mentioned Amigo's as being a dark, dirty bar with decent Mexican food, my dad perked up and decided that we'd go there instead.
Ventura was hot this weekend. We rarely see temperatures over 73 degrees, and I think we hit 82. After my parents went back home, Brad and I spent some time on our patio overlooking our neighbor ladies who like to drink wine and hula-hoop under the big avocado tree. Pretty soon we were putting on our swim suits and heading for the shore. We laid on the sand and fried our skin for a few hours until it was time to get pizza and watch movies.
I couldn't envision a more perfect Saturday. I can't believe this is my life now.