I Need Another Day

Holyyyy moly.  The weekend is over?  Where did it go, and has anyone seen my liver?  I think it went on strike.

So, while extremely busy and full of boozing, the weekend was a lot of fun and I’m sad it’s over.  I’m also sad that this is my first full week of work in three weeks, I feel like this is gonna sting a little.  Luckily I have an exciting weekend of visitors to look forward too.  My liver better come back from its strike before then.

I kicked off the weekend as most should start, with happy hour at Bonefish wish some work friends.  I sipped on three glasses of wine while gossiping, and then decided if I didn’t leave then I would probably have to camp out under our bar table for the night.  Another downside of having to drive 40 minutes to get home from work.  I randomly (and somewhat tipsily) cooked myself some chicken fried rice for dinner when I got home, and it was the perfect thing to soak up the wine :).

Saturday was quite gloomy in the morning and I lazed around in bed reading my favorite trashy book for a few hours before finally pulling myself together for kickball.  The sun came out just in time for our 1:45 game, we won (obvi) and even accomplished our good deed for the year.  About half way through our game a mama duck and her babies came waddling through our field, and after taking a five minute nap in the middle of our field continued on their way.  We realized they were heading right for 17th Street and all panicked.  It was then we decided the only thing to do was stand in the middle of the street, stopping traffic so the mom and her babies could safely cross to the other side.  A few of the babies even needed a little assistance hopping up onto the curb from the street.  It was pretty much the cutest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

The rest of the day was spent in a beer and shots induced haze as we watched the Caps take on the Rangers in game one of their series.  I’m not embarrassed to say the night ended at 9 pm with tacos from Chipotle.  Sometimes things like that just happen, especially when this is 6 pm.

Needless to say I woke up feeling like absolute trash on Sunday morning, but had 10:30 brunch plans I needed to pull myself together for.  There may have been some dry heaving involved, I’m not proud of it, but I refused to actually vomit.  My bff was in town visiting her fiance for the weekend and I texted them so much they finally caved to my demands and agreed to have brunch with me.  I met them at Montmarte in Eastern Market where I devoured bread, a lattel, and some eggs Benedict, after which I immediately started to feel better.

We wandered around the Farmers Market and Flea Market for a while before I said goodbye and headed back to my side of the river.  It was then I decided it was far too nice of a day to spend it on my couch moaning about my head hurting, so I quickly did my grocery shopping and then recruited my roommate Adrienne for a Sunday funday.

We headed to the rooftop bar at Whitlow’s where we sat outside watching the Flyers take down the Devils in game one of their series.  Go Flyers!  It was another fun and tiring day that had me in bed by 9:30.  I have a feeling this is going to be one of those weeks where I’m tired until Wednesday.

Hope you all had a fabulous weekend as well!