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So. The boyfriend and  I went ice skating last night.

I’ll be honest… I was a little nervous. I’m not the most coordinated of gals, to say the least.

But I was pleasantly surprised (I love when that happens).

After a bowl of chicken tortilla soup and some sweet potato fries at Gott’s Roadside (if you haven’t been here in SF, it’s a must. Their mint chocolate chip milkshake is to die for), we made our way over to the rink over at the Embaradero.

{It was kind of magical}

Getting on the ice at first was mildly terrifying. BUT. I was brave, and after a couple laps started going faster and faster. Before you knew it, I was beating the boyfriend (although his version of the story differs).

So cheesy… but it was really freeing. You know? You’re not thinking about anything but moving forward across the ice. After a stressful week, I needed a little ice skating meditation.

I highly recommend.

{Plus, it makes for a perfect date}

xo.