I'm going to level with you–last week will not be remembered as one of the new year's best weeks for me. Bloggers seem to live these perfect lives full of fresh cut flowers and charming crafts (not to mention cocktails!), but I was driving home on Friday feeling like a complete disaster and vowing to be honest about the weekend. And then, of course, it ended up being exactly what I needed, if not exactly perfect.
I came home early Friday night to an empty house–armed with processed cheese snacks and a red velvet whoopie pie. There was already some bubbly in the fridge, thank goodness. I settled in for an rainy evening of soapy melodramas and trashy reality shows, known for their restorative properties, and found myself feeling better, if not altogether cured by the time John came home. Late night Indian food in bed and someone to laugh with made me remember that no matter how tough a week might be, I'm no less lucky.
John spent Saturday morning running errands while I cleaned house, so we meet up for
migas at lunchtime. We spent the afternoon sprawled in bed, computers and library books spread around us, working on some academic pursuits and enjoying the downpour. Early in the evening, we got dressed and headed to
Monk's Kettle to celebrate a beer-fiend friend's birthday–but even 5pm wasn't early enough to get a table without a 45 minute wait. We sipped pisco cocktails at
Limón while we waited, then hurried to our table. After stopping by another bar or two, we all headed back to the birthday boy's apartment where craft beers were the order of the evening. Many, many hours later, we found ourselves at
Mel's, smiling at each other over corned beef hash and diner mashed potatoes.
We slept in on Sunday with the sound of more rain on the window pane, then spent the better part of the late morning and early afternoon curled up in our pjs. Eventually John headed to school to get some practicing done, while I stayed home to blog, spend some time in downward dog and splish splash in the tub. The rainy day also afforded me plenty of time with my latest read,
the Paris Wife; is there anything better than curling up with the good book when the weather is dreadful?
What were you up to this weekend? Start a great new book, make snow angels or spend time with friends? I'm dying to hear all about it!