After an incredibly challenging week, Friday's arrival was welcome, as was a strong drink! I knew I wouldn't be able to spend quite as much time with John as I would have liked, thanks to a hectic work schedule, so I came straight from the office to Zero Zero to sample some cocktails he's preparing for a competition (you may have caught a peek on my instagram!) and keep him company at the bar. After fighting hard for my seat, I eventually decided it was time to turn in, and headed home through a mass of Outside Lands revelers to our little oasis.
We were up early Saturday morning, and after indulging a few episodes of Fraiser, we put on sweaters and headed to the beach for breakfast at the Beach Chalet. We had a marvelous feast, made a new friend and strolled back through the park, avoiding the crowds as best we could (you can guess that the two of us aren't much for music festivals, no matter how exciting the line up!). I curled up in an armchair next to John, a guitar in his laptop, my computer in mine; we both worked diligently until we simply couldn't stand to be so responsible and ran off to snuggle–isn't that the best kind of Saturday? I ran errands while John headed back to the bar, then came home to clean up, grace every tabletop with a little posy of roses, and make empanadas de humita, which made the perfect evening meal with a glass of well-chilled rosé. Then I tucked into bed (wearing a sweater on top of John's pajama top) to devour a few episodes of Downton Abbey's second season and several chapters of Mildred Pierce–I had no idea I'd have such an operatic plot on my hands when I started reading it!
Sunday, while it got off to a fairly early start, was absolutely indulgent. We had empanadas and fresh berries in bed, and explored the cuddling potential of various pillow formations for hours. And just when we both thought, "We should really crawl out of bed", we fell back to sleep! Finally we pulled ourselves out of our downy nest, and before I knew it, John was headed to work. After hunting down a bath plug (a faulty bathtub drain after a rough week is positively inhumane, in my humble opinion), I walked home through the park, all the while chatting with one of my oldest friends. We ended up spending the next five hours on the phone (that's a best friend!), and I found it was dark by the time we hung up. I indulged in one very hot bath and avocado toast as a belated supper, then curled up with a book–one of my favorite indulgences before a new week begins.
Tell me, what were you up to this weekend? Or looking forward to at the start of this fresh week? I'm exciting to finally meet a dear blogging friend, Paloma of Paper Garland, and get at least one evening to have supper with my sweetheart!