Sunday was especially great, and I’m about to tell you why. As I was drifting off to sleep at an obscenely early hour on Saturday night, my friend Lindsey shot me a text asking what I was up to that evening. In order to offset the embarrassment of being fully bed clothed and under covers before 9 PM, I suggested we hit the beach on Sunday for a walk.
I had also suggested we try one of the raw restaurants in St. Pete for lunch, but I understood the lack of appeal to a starving non-veggie. When Lindsey mentioned that her boyfriend, Dave, wanted to try a Vietnamese sandwich shop, my day took a turn from good to better. He ordered the Vietnamese specialty, she ordered the grilled pork, and I ordered the tofoagie. They all came loaded with pickled carrots, diakon, cucumber, fresh jalapeno, and cilantro. We mounged the simple, but amazing, sandwiches to the tune of Dave’s yummy noises. We joked about ordering seconds. We didn’t.
Then Lindsey and I hit the beach.
This was the first (of many) deceased horseshoe crabs and HUGE mollusks we’d come across during our adventure. It was sad… But the artful sand humor that someone graciously left behind lightened the mood.
We had a, presumably Canadian, tourist take our picture. Notice the short sleeves and exposed ankles? Beach season is around the corner kids!
We parted ways and I met Jennie for free yoga in the park, she’s addicted too! After yoga, I headed to Cafe Hey, solo, for the best vegan dinner in town. I ordered the daily grain salad (quinoa with apples, spinach, walnuts, and pinto beans) and the soup of the day (catalina vegetable with tomatoes, chick peas, onions, and black olives).
My day started off good, quickly went to better, jumped to amazing, and skyrocketed to…? The awesome-est day ever. I’d like to propose that awesomest become a word. How does one do that?