yadda, yadda, you guessed it. I don't give much thought to hockey (or, for that matter, soccer, football, or basketball) games. Polo, you could queue my interest, perhaps rugby, maybe tennis, and on a long shot, lacrosse. But normally, sports are not my thing. If you ever hear anyone say "Boxed seats are my favorite sport", you can be guaranteed that they were somehow connected to me. And for sake of record, "boxed seats" is interchangeable with "suites". Same difference--if they serve cookies at halftime, and drinks are free, you can be assured, I will enjoy the sporting experience.
That's not what this post is about, however. Actually, I'm not sure what this post is about. We've had a productive weekend. We were consumers today, spending the day at, [gasp, of all places,} the MALL, spending the remainder of our gift card. Hint to all wedding-registers out there: Macy's had one heck of a deal, with an additional 20% off since it was Mother's day sale. Williams-Sonoma, not so much, but I got several marble cutting/pastry boards, and I LOVE those, so I'm not complaining. And while it turns out that the Dillard's in Frisco/Plano is rather divine, I had no idea that I could order my sterling through their store, but only my stainless on their website. Annoying.
Nevertheless, we spent the evening unloading our purchases into the Dallas house, dibbying up the remainder that is to go with me to the other house tomorrow. All-Clad spoons, pots, and other accessories seem so indulgent in comparison to my usual Wal-Mart saturated appliance/gadget selection. We're happy campers, really.
So now I'm sitting here, with DEAR hubby, dredging through numerous half-times of a Stars game. Hence the yadda, yadda.
I have some thoughts, but I don't know how to get to them. This weekend, I have been annoyed by people, felt sorry for people, empathized with people, and just enjoyed people. It's been a random weekend, albeit thoroughly enjoyable.
We spent Friday evening at my friend Suzanne's house, with her husband Aaron, eating delish tortellini and yumm-o salad. Loved the food, loved them, and can't wait to do it again. Saturday fell to working for me; David spent the morning being an adoring husband, ferrying me coffee at whim and omlette at hunger pain. We split mid-afternoon, so that he could go to a Kenny Chesney concert (need I explain my lack of desire to attend?) and I to girls night with Jen.
Jen selected Wine Tastic for the opening course--excellent suggestion. I left with three new bottles for us to try. Then it was on to Fish, a (dare I say it) swanky new sushi establishment in West Village. Good stuff. From there, we went to Chocolate Secrets for pairings of wine with chocolate, and then to Quarterbar, and from there to Republic. At that point in time, we decided we were past our going out days, and both content to be not old, but at least settled.
Sunday led to more work, a smattering of thank you notes, and an evening at our friends Pat and Cortney's house, which was, to say the least, amazing. I think David and I dream of being able to build the "perfect" house and P + C's definitely seemed perfect. We satiate the desire for a "perfect" house with the fact that we don't want to have one until we can WELL afford it, and right now, we're both very satisfied living below our means.
So that was the weekend, in a nutshell. I left out the emotion, the details, but that doesn't mean they don't exist. I'm going to go try to distract him from a hockey game now. Ha.
