And she was very, very happy

This past weekend I got to go to a wedding with my boyfriend. This sounds pretty usual for someone in their 20s, but (because I overthink things), I see a little more in it.

Boyfriend and I have had a hellish summer. He had surgery early in the summer and I cared for him while commuting to work in another city. He managed to land a job and we managed to find a place to live. His recovery is turning out to be miserably long, and the doctor's orders to do nothing until he healed was driving us both a little nutty. We both needed a vacation.

We were invited to the wedding by the bride and groom (duh...), but the bride is my coworker. We were invited not out of obligation, but because in our company, we're all good friends.

I'm all too aware of how rare it is for a freshly-minted college grad to have a job, and so I thank my lucky stars every day that I have a job that not only pays me, but pays me to work with people I care for and actually like to hang out with. (Company picnics are no awkward affairs, but rather crazy fun bonding times).

This wedding, where I got to relax on the beach and kick back with my friends and boyfriend, really brought home how lucky I am. So thanks, coworker, for getting married. I know you said you were the happier girl in the world that day, but I know I was pretty darn happy too.

Also, my toenails were orange :)

Tourist trap

Yesterday I went out to Pier 39 with Boyfriend, his mother, grandmother, and the Blonde Bookworm. Yes, we trooped out to that wonderful, chilly, gaudy tourist trap and enjoyed some rare and gorgeous San Francisco sunshine.

What's great about the tourist trap is the ridiculous kitsch they sell. I will never tire of the glitter pink flasks with San Francisco emblazoned on the front, the shirts that copy the latest fashion (right now it's Run DMC), and endless shot glasses and spoons and keychains that are sold everywhere.

Here, for example, is Boyfriend wearing a large floppy hat:

I had to follow through on my threat to Instagram the image.

More importantly, I got Captain America socks.

Yeah I did.

I have to admit: I'm a bit conflicted about these. They're awesome and I adore them... but I am absolutely a bandwagon fan. I never read the comic books, and never got involved in the story of the Cap until the most recent movies. And while Boyfriend couldn't be happier that I'm excited about Captain America, I still haven't read the comic books.

So, my limited audience, I ask you: Can I wear these socks without being an Idiot Nerd Girl? Where is the line between enjoying a popular cultural icon and calling yourself a fan? If someone says I'm not a "true" Cap fan because I haven't loved him long enough, are they a Cap Hipster? THESE ARE IMPORTANT QUESTIONS.

Unexpected long post is unexpected. Food coming soon!