The Perks of Marrying a Wallflower

I am not a very social person.  I do not have friends all over the place, I don't organize events, coordinate get-togethers and I am bad at making decisions when it comes to what to do on Friday nights and weekends.  I'm always torn between what I want to do and what I feel like I should be doing.  Enter: Dan.  I married a very passive man, vvvveerrryyyy passive, I'd even go as far to say that he is stoic.  He will do anything or go anywhere and be content.  He will not so much as whisper a complaint.  If he knows the people around him are enjoying themselves then he is too.  That's why I love the little lamb.  This weekend I had plans to go to LA and try a few restaurants checkout the nightlife a little but as the weekend approached all I wanted to do was be as lazy, cheap and self-indulgent as possible.  But feeling like I didn't want to waste Dan's weekend I gave him my "I'm down for whatever, Babe" speech and prayed.  The results gave life to a perfect weekend.  Consider this me being bragadocious but this man is perfect to/for me.

He suggested we head to the beach

Not because he wanted to, but because he remembered me mentioning earlier in the week how I wished I had time to lay out.  And as I sprawled out bikini-clad with my book and a smile beaming he was cuddled close to me on our beach blanket in a hoodie, basketball shorts and a giant sun hat;

Instead of going to Starbucks we stayed home and concocted a new iced tea and sat on our patio and drank it together listening to music and subtly flexing for the camera 

lemon-ginger-mint tea with lime, oh yes

At 8:00 I realized I didn't have a few  (unnecessary) kitchen gadgets that I left at my parents house. He looked up the nearest Sur la Table and ran through the mall with me watching all the doors close around us as we passed like a bad movie, even though the whole time he felt I could find the same tools cheaper at an auto-parts store.  After running halfway through the place I was ready to give up seeing no sign of the store and all of the other shops had already closed but he grabbed me by the hand and kept running and sure enough it was the only store still open.

Afterwards we went for a stroll under these beauties

Holding hands wandering through Costco he saw me lingering over one book longer than usual and saw the word "Paris" on it which he knows is a trigger word of mine.  "did you want to read that book?' "yes.."  "mkay,  I buy for you." and snatches it out of my hands and stows it under his arm and proceeds to the checkout line.

A few pictures from our San Diego adventure

We were trying to go to this highly reviewed over-priced bistro but we just so happened to get there an hour before they were open and by then I was too hungry to wait so he found this little deli and we went to the park across the street and had a little picnic

And played on the statues

And fed lettuce to a squirrel 

And this was after we watched a couple take engagement pictures next to a couple taking wedding pictures next to a couple taking quinceañera pictures, which we obviously mocked and re-enacted like the mature adults that we are and he looked down at me and said, "I'm so glad I married you, it's so much fun just you and me."  I had to document it.