oh my god, is this you...

My beloved Brock is fascinated by certain lifestyles. He loves the "downtown lifestyle" and describes things as such. If Brock calls something the "downtown lifestyle" it's a huge compliment.
"Those socks are very downtown lifestyle." It's huge with him.
Well, with my folks out of town, we decided to head up to their house and spent the weekend experiencing what has now been deemed, the "Mill Valley lifestyle."
The Mill Valley lifestyle involved a trip to Whole Foods ("I am over stimulated right now"), a viewing of Reversal of Fortune over Ina's lemon chicken with croutons, lots of my mother's beauty products, sleeping in and spending the day in downtown Mill Valley.

We watched hockey over lunch at the bar of Balboa and tried on lots of appallingly expensive casual seperates while sipping iced coffee and wearing sunglasses indoors. I don't really know how accurate that is to the Mill Valley lifestyle, but I wanted to fulfill all of Brock's suburban fantasies.

I love spending a weekend in my hometown, petting dogs outside the Depot and watching TBS while reading back issues of Gourmet Magazine from 1987. And I feel like a big nerd when I do it. But last night, in a massive flannel pajama top and little else, plopped down in the TV room looking at my baby pictures with iced tea and eye cream, Brock exclaimed, "This is so fun! Should I tweet this?"

"No!" I hissed. "How embarassing. It's 10pm on a Saturday night and we're in jammies at my parents' house discussing blogging. We're the oldest, saddest, nerdiest people ever."

"Nonsense. We make this cool."

Well, when you put it that way, it's just part of the Mill Valley lifestyle...