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Suite Jesus in San Francisco (day three)

Although Jaxon kept us up all night by crying every two hours (on the dot from Midnight to 6am), we all woke up and got an early start on the day. We planned for breakfast at Denny’s and then we’d head into the city to pick up Matt’s art work, and then go to the pumpkin patch in San Rafael to get a pumpkin for Jaxon. After a lovely and perfect temperature drive El Camino Real, we found an IHOP. However, Jaxon passed out just as we were parking, so we decided to just to keep on driving (since our gas mileage in the Prius is so totally awesome) and ended up in Novato at the pumpkin patch. Jaxon woke up just after we ate and had a blast riding around in a red wagon and pushing a little lawn mower.

We decided to head down to 111 Minna early to grab Matt’s art. Good thing we did! Turns out that after Matt left the night before, nine pieces of art sold. One that was sold was later stolen. In a weird way it’s rather flattering that someone wants your stuff enough to steal it.  He was invited back to do another show. We packed up the remaining art drove to the Galleria for a celebratory lunch at the Olive Garden. It was another delightful experience. Jaxon was in the best of moods, our waitress was super friendly, and we had an excellent booth, excellent food, and 3 Andes candies came with our bill!!

After-lunch naps, Barnes & Noble…. a relaxing end to a perfect day. Matt and I enjoyed each other’s company, hanging out on the bed reading books until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.  And yes, it was that romantic in my mind… until I woke up at 2am to make sure Matt had his mouth piece in by poking him in the teeth, which I don’t think he liked so much.

Sunday we pack up and drove home. It sucked. We ate terrible food (well it tasted good, it was just bad for us.) Jaxon cried a lot and slept a little. However, 9 hours later we pulled into the driveway on Kensington and were glad to be home.

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Suite Jesus in San Francisco (day two)

I woke up Friday tired. Jaxon slept with us the night before and he likes to sleep diagonally. We headed to 111 Minna to hang Matt’s art. He said it would only take an hour. Yay, because I wanted to do a bit of shopping and spend some time with the family. Well it took like 4 hours. I took off to avoid the weirdo guy flirting with a pregnant me. Jaxon peed all over the Bloomingdale’s bathroom (and of course I had no change of clothes – bad mother!) The Gap had no clothes and the sales associates were really annoying and not helpful. Up Powell street, H&M didn’t have the shirt I needed (their basic black tee!!!) and Lush was all out of their face mask. I didn’t get Atonement from Borders because by this time, no-nap Jaxon was pretty much pitching a fit every time we stopped so I grabbed a pretzel from a street vendor and trekked back down to the art gallery. Jaxon passed out on the way so I stopped for a few minutes at the Jewish Museum to finish my pretzel and watch some lady dance around in leg warmers and then take pictures of herself. If I hadn’t been so tired and cranky, it would have been hilarious!

Matt was finishing up as we arrived. My mood was pretty terrible by that time, so we didn’t make it to Borders. Matt was pretty freaked out about going to the art show alone (I was supposed to chill at the hotel with Sara because I didn’t feel like being the fat, pregnant lady at the club) so he talked Sara into baby sitting for us. But my mood was so terrible, that at the last minute we canceled and I ended up at home with Atonement (yay) and a burger from BJs. Life was starting to look up again. I took a bath, Matt went to the gallery alone, and Jaxon finally went to sleep on time. It was nice to get a bunch of texts from Matt and although nothing sold =( everyone LOVED his art and flocked around it all night.

Update: After Matt left the show, a ton of his work sold. One that was sold was later stolen. In a weird way it’s rather flattering that someone wants your stuff enough to steal it.

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