Had a fabulous mini vacation weekend in Santa Barbara with Scott, his cousin, and his cousin’s wife. We walked around Scott’s crazy college town, got pelted with flour by drunk kids, walked along a beach covered with tar balls and fallen eucalyptus trees, ate delicious beignets for brunch, tri-tip sandwiches for lunch, mexican food for dinner, and reuben egg rolls (yes) for a late night snack, drank guava margaritas, and tried to hike it all off in the Santa Barbara mountains. This is a picture of Scott mimicking art (aka smelling his armpits?) at a gallery opening we attended, and I love it because it encapsulates what I love about him—his sense of humor, the way he’s always making me laugh, and his lighthearted approach to life and not taking it too seriously. Another weekend in the books that shows off California’s beauty and further cements my desire to never leave it!