Barbara: patron saint of compromise

so, friday night at 6 i woke meg up for dinner (she was on call thursday) and proposed we take a roadtrip to the grand canyon. we both had the weekend off, and that happens so rarely that we should do something about it. meg wanted a quiet weekend at home, and so instead of driving all night we got up early and drove to santa barbara. I love driving, so the first 2 hours of the day were bliss for me, and since we had never been to santa barbara the rest of the day would be an adventure. we got to town around 10 and after grabbing a greasy but filling breakfast at mcdonalds we went to the zoo. it was a nice medium sized zoo, about the same as fresno, and slightly larger than santa ana. we had a good time, you could feed giraffes, which we did, and then it tried to strip meg's arm of a hand. cool though to be so close. then we wandered up and down state street browsing the shops and generally being touristy.we had lunch at a little deli. then we decided to spend some time on the beach. we brought a blanket and some martinellis and had a romantic little time on the beach. it was nice. the fog started rolling in (it was around 430) so we drove back into old town and dragged the strip again to find a nice place for dinner. we ate a les valentien who seemed startled to see people at 530, we both had very good steaks and then creme brulee for dessert. we wanted to see a movie, but by the time we were finished it had already started. so we drove home. moderately foggy. wee made it home by 9.