This post is mostly a list of my weekend activities. Fair warning.
FRIDAY NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS
Knowing that the frat boys would be elsewhere, I decided to very intentionally spend Friday night home alone on the couch with a bottle of wine and a straw. I added my new leggings for good measure and spent about 6 hours watching trashy television. I decided to call it a night when I was watching the Notebook for the second time and was not even ashamed of myself.
*And refused to participate in any activity for the remainder of the weekend that called for real clothes. Gap leggings are the bomb.
JUST CALL ME MRS.
I got domestic as hell Saturday afternoon and was actually quite impressed with myself and my dish pan hands. I cleaned, cooked, I did laundry, I grocery shopped, I drank a bloody mary. I even baked! Brownies out of a box, but still damn impressive. I not only cooked one but TWO kinds of soups and even served them to a friend for dinner– so we know for sure the soups were edible. Martha Stewart, watch out! I learned how to follow a recipe.
T Bone and I hiked the Billy Goat trial (perfect legging activity) Sunday morning and it was packed. Like balance-on-top-of-a-pointy-rock-until-the-Boy-Scouts-pass packed.
As we were going rogue off-trail looking for a way down the rock face that didn’t involve waiting for 20 people to come up first, we passed a woman who was going up the way we were attempting to go down.
“Are we going to die that way?” I asked her.
“That depends,” she said, “are you rock climber?”
“No. Are you?”
“Yes,” she said, while raising an eyebrow and obviously judging me for my inferior rock climbing skills.
I resisted the urge to yell “show off!” and slid down mostly on my butt. But safely, thank you very much.