And All Good Things Will Be Yours

So last night, after a half hour drive and 20 minute walk, T and I discovered that all of our traveling was for naught...because the pier concert was canceled.

Oh well! Got a little exercise and car dancing out of the deal. I won't complain.

Besides, today's Friday. How can it not be that all is right in the world (or at least, in the world of week days?)

And to finish up my recap of last weekend, here are some pics of our afternoon in Manhattan Beach...

Manhattan Beach Creamery = Love.

Enjoying a heritage cookie. hehe (get it?).

Awesome almost-sunset views and beautiful houses to ogle...

All in all, a success!

Happy Friday! Here's today's whiteboard quote:
"LIVING
Fear less, hope more,
eat less, chew more,
whine less, breathe more,
talk less, say more,
love more,
and all good things
will be yours."
~Swedish Proverb

One more thing: did you know that all week I've been posting from beyond the grave? Go see, and make sure you watch til the very end (after the credits).

Review: Manhattan Beach Creamery

T and I, in an effort to not just laze the weekend away at home, went down to Manhattan Beach a few days ago. We found a sweet Italian restaurant that'll be reviewed in a later post (and revisited a zillion times I'm sure), and across the street, we found this:As we'd been finishing up our lasagna and stuffed eggplant, I was bemoaning the lack of dessert menu. T mentioned the homemade ice cream signs we'd seen on the walk over, and I was in full agreement. So, after we paid the tab, promptly forgot the leftovers that would have been delicious, and re-sweatered ourselves (it was chilly this weekend), we headed across the street (dodging the Girl Scout stand on the way. I was almost persuaded until T dropped the curse that turns any food into poison - "high fructose corn syrup". C'mon Girl Scouts! Redo your cookie recipe without that stuff, and I'll send your stock back up a couple points. And send my weight up a couple pounds too...)We walked in to Manhattan Beach Creamery and my internal 7-year-old self was in heaven. I told T how amazing this place would have seemed when I was a little girl, with the chandeliers, old-fashioned furniture, and pretty displays, and he nodded, unconvinced. Ok, ok....I'm not a little girl and I still kinda thought it was amazing.I wasn't the only one either...it seemed to be a popular hangout for girlfriends and young moms. It was sunny, colorful and comfy, with massive booths, big enough for the largest family (or me and my purse, same thing), old-fashioned decor (our table's decoration was a shadowbox of antique flavoring bottles - so cute).
The counter sections:And delicious baked goods counter (see that red velvet cupcake? Those were the special that day. They sold out of them while we were there):There were pretty displays, all ready for Easter of course:And, after a long and hard debate, we picked a flavor (who am I kidding, he said a scoop of cheesecake and a scoop of nutella and I was sold)
Happy Tuesday! I'm off to try to catch up on overdue assignments and hopefully clear some of the stacks off my desk today :)