The reason for my absence last night was entirely unpreventable.
M and I celebrated our first anniversary yesterday.
But first, a little history.
M and I met, one year ago yesterday, on a blind date orchestrated by his mother and my childhood piano teacher who had become best friends in the past four years while I was away at UCLA.
I was very against this date – a nice way of putting it – as blind dates are really not my thing, but I have known Jennie since I was six and kind of had to go.
M took me to a beautiful seafood restaurant named Kingfish in San Mateo. We talked, ate, and he introduced me to tango where he was taking dance lessons. I could say we danced the night away, but that would be lying.
We stumbled around the room for two hours and then called it quits, went back to his apartment and played Mario Kart.
10 games of utter-Jenn destruction. M did not let me win once.
That must have been when I fell for him.
So back to Saturday. M refused to tell me anything about the day. We set out around 2 p.m. with sets of “elegant attire and adventure clothes” in the backseat.
I had no idea where we were going. None whatsoever. M is very good at laying false trails.
This is where we ended up.
I kind of loved it.
After a million exclamations over how adorably quaint and beautiful and romantic everything was, we strolled to beach only a few minutes away. (Pelican Inn has no internet or cell phone reception, hence no blog post.)
I died a little inside at how unbelievable the view was. I love San Francisco and I love being a city girl, but there is nothing like being able to walk through thick woods and suddenly come upon this before you.
Back at the Pelican Inn, we had reservations for dinner.
The fish and chips were really the only dish worth mentioning. I got a pretty good Portabella Mushroom and Stilton Tartlet for an appetizer but my entrée of Wild Alaskan Salmon was overcooked. By a lot.
M had pretty much the same experience. His organic greens salad was super fresh and delicious, but his Prime Rib was bordering on well-done and he had asked for it medium rare.
We rushed through our apple crumble dessert because mysterious M had another something planned and we had to be on our way by 8 p.m.
He shall tell the rest of the story tomorrow!