I thought we could all use a little warm weather this week (I've been dreaming almost non-stop about a tropical getaway), so this week you're in for some peachy pretty that would look perfect by the beach!
I left my new office at a positively reasonable hour–which after the last few weeks felt almost unimaginable–and headed straight home to my guy on Friday night. We curled up on the couch with an episode of
House of Cards before heading to dinner with our regular Friday night date and his mom; over
Maharajas (John bought every last bottle of BevMo's Van Ness store)
and Pinot Noir, we caught up on AJ's performance schedule, my new gig and the boys' big dreams. After our
spicy feast at Masala, we headed across the street to
Holy Gelato for burnt espresso and sweet ice cream, and then John and I made our way home, eager to watch more of
House of Cards. Of course, we fell asleep about a half an episode in, but not before gasping at Frank's latest misdeeds.
We were both up early on Saturday morning, while I dug into my latest read,
Devil in the White City, John prepared a simple breakfast of avocado toast with topped with a poached egg and roasted fingerlings. We spent the better part of the day attached at the hip–grocery shopping for the week, sweeping and Swiffering, and enjoying each others' company after so much time apart lately. After a cheese and charcuterie plate for John and
a grilled corn and avocado salad for me, we worked on some repertoire John's been practicing and sketched plans for his upcoming projects. We got gussied up to head to a concert downtown, but after driving around for 30 minutes without finding a parking spot or open garage, we gave up and decided to make our way back home–but only after agreed never to drive to a Saturday night concert again! We made a stop at a nearby
Trader Joe's for arancini, which were perfect with a bit of marinara and
Frank Underwood's exploits.
We got an early start on Sunday morning, too; John munched on pork buns while I took advantage of the ripe avocados with another slice of avocado toast and a poached egg. My guy headed out early for a mid-morning guitar lesson, giving me plenty of time to
dive into some wedding inspiration and refine my early spring editorial calendar. John arrived home just as I was starting my Sunday ballet class, and after a quickie shower, we headed to our Friday night date's matinee recital. There was Beethoven, Rorem and Brahms, and after the wonderful performance, we joined the musicians for a pint at
The Plough and Stars. It was just after the dinner hour when we headed home, and we knew the length supper we'd planned wouldn't be done until much too late, so we scrambled a few eggs with parsley and chives, toasted a French loaf and made a simple salad–not what we'd imagined for our Sunday supper, but perfect just the same.
Tell me, what were you up to this weekend? Start a great new book I should try, or see a terrific concert? I can't wait to hear all about it!
