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But, but… I don’t want it to be over

I don’t even know quite where to begin.  The weekend was amazing, which I’m sure you could assume, but it really was so.much.fun.  One of my favorite things about this group of girls, is there was no worrying about “omg what if we don’t all get along” before the weekend started.  I knew on an individual basis that I got along with each one of them, so I figured bringing us all together could only make it better.  I was right.

This is Sunday. The only makeup on my face was remnants of Saturday’s, and I was tired, hungover and hungry. And sad.

Since I live out in the burbs of DC and not within walking distance of a metro stop, Kacy was kind enough to kick her bf out of their apartment for the weekend and house us all.  I really enjoy a good sleepover, so I was more than willing to trade in my bed for an air mattress for two nights.  I picked Amy up from the airport at a little before 5, and then the two of us drove into DC to Kacy’s apartment together.  I only ran one red light and blew through one stop sign in the process, and we made it in one piece, although I think Amy was more than ready for a drink by then.  Sorry I almost killed you, twice.

Amy and I were the last to join the party, so we were greeted by wine buzzed girls and hugs all around.  After a super quick change and some freshening up, we were out the door to head into Georgetown for our 7 pm dinner reservations at Neyla.

It’s like they knew to put us in a corner away from other patrons

4 bottles of wine really make the conversations interesting… and loud

After dinner we stayed in the Georgetown area, and walked down to the waterfront to one of the outdoor bars to more thoroughly enjoy the evening.  The best part about the G-town waterfront area is the boats that dock there to party on the weekend nights.  The men are always… interesting, and will try to no end to get you on their boat with them.  I personally have no interest in being abducted by strange men with boats, so we stayed on dry ground.  However, mocking said gentlemen endlessly while they tried to hit on us was quite amusing.  That’s what you get when you lead with, “so I just booked a lip gloss commercial!” Don’t try to redeem yourself after that by saying, “Oh, I’m one of the girls too.”  Just no.

I mean, who wouldn’t want this group of ladies at their boat party?

We stayed out way later than my usual curfew, and continued the party once back at Kacy’s with obligatory late night za, singing and dancing.  And more wine.  I don’t know who had that idea,  but I should have punched you on Saturday morning.

“Can we go back to the days our love wassss stronggg…”

Saturday morning was a struggle, I refrained from chugging the water I wanted for a few hours to make sure there was no danger of puking, and then fully stuffed my face with an omelet and potatoes to aid recovery.  Eventually we made it from Chinatown down to The Mall area where I met up with my kickball team for our game.  I’d be lying if I said I didn’t spend the majority of the game laying on the ground, because aside from the one inning I played in the outfield and my one at bat, that’s what I did.  Oh well, we were fully stacked and I wasn’t needed anyway.

After a quick change out of my kickball clothes, in a public restroom where I tried desperately to not touch anything, we were on our way to continue our adventures.  We all really wanted to eat at Founding Farmers, so when a 4:45 reservation was all they had, we said the hell with it and took it anyway.  Early dinner is the way to go after a big breakfast anyway.

A little “hair of the dog” finally made us all feel human again… or that could have been the corn bread…

I think I’ll save the food for another day, as this is getting quite verbose already.  After dinner, we checked another “girls weekend” task off our agenda and did some shopping.  I did some damage in Zara before heading back to Kacy’s apartment for an evening of wine, more gossip, and the Lion King in yoga pants.  It was perfect and just what we all were in the mood for after an eventful Friday and 22,000 step filled Saturday.  (Kacy is doing a walking challenge at her work and informed us all how much we walked thanks to her pedometer).

By the time I finally made it back to my house late yesterday afternoon I was ready to get in my bed and never move again.  So that’s pretty much what I did.  It was a fabulous weekend with fabulous ladies, and I can’t wait to do it again.  Smooches girls!

It’s here, it’s here!

Now, don’t tell Darren, but I’m kind of more excited for today than I was for his recent visit.  As I write this, Steph is already on the road from Boston, Jess is planning her departure, Kacy is waiting anxiously with me, and I pick Amy up from the airport in 7 hours!  I told her I was coming with a big sign with her name on it, she’s excited.

It’s Sister Wives Weekend in DC, and I am so excited!  We’ve also decided that this is going to become a yearly tradition, and next year’s venue will be mine and Dar’s new house! Yes, that’s right, the seller’s agreed to our closing credit and unless our financing falls apart or the house burns down we’re set to close on or before June 11!  This has been the longest  two months of my life.  I can’t wait to be done.

Yesterday was my work from home day, and it was amazing.  I don’t know if I could do it every day, but one day a week is going to be awesome.  I got all my work done, laundry, painted my nails, and managed to grab an hour or so in the sun.  Working doesn’t seem nearly as terrible when it’s from the comfort of your own home with HGTV on in the background.

Around 5:30 I laced up my sneakers and decided to take myself on a run.  I think I actually managed to leave Arlington and end up in hell, because it was like running through fire.  It was in the 80s yesterday, and not terribly humid, but man was that sun strong.  I did 3 miles, and I struggled to keep a 9:30 pace during it.  It was ugly, and I didn’t stop sweating until like 9 at night.  That was post cold shower also.  I guess it’s officially summer in the District?

Alright well I’m off to countdown the hours until I can leave the office for a weekend of fun, food, boozing, and gossiping. I also need to play some kickball on Saturday at some point as well.  Bring it weekend, I’m ready for ya!  Oh tomorrow also marks my 5 year college graduation anniversary.  Fitting that I graduated on Cinco de Mayo I think.

And There Goes My Stress Level

Holyyyy crap, just logged into my work email and someone was mean enough to send me like 30 documents to work on after I left yesterday.  How rude, don’t they know it’s Friday and Friday’s are not for working?  Blah.  Uh because I just got absolutely slammed with shit to do I’m going to make this short and sweet.

Yesterday, during a brief lull in my busy day, I managed to escape across the street for about 45 minutes of weights before running back to my desk still in sweaty workout clothes for the final 25 minutes of work.  Yes, I came back to work in spandex pants and a workout top, don’t judge me.  It was 4:15, no one cared.

Dinner was just as delicious as I was anticipating it to be, and involved a whole lotta meat.  There was pepperoni, two types of salami, and ham; as well as cheeeeese.  We made two Stromboli, for three people.  That means there’s still a whole Stromboli in the fridge waiting to be devoured.  I’m excited.

No idea what the weekend holds for me, except some massive cleaning because I am a mess and Darren is not and he will mock me endlessly.  Perhaps a football game, but since it’s been raining for the past three days that will probably be cancelled. With the craziness that was last weekend, it will be nice not to HAVE to do anything.  Anyone doing anything fun and exciting?

Also, I think I’ve definitely decided on lasagna, because I know I won’t mess it up.  Although I really need to try to make some enchiladas because those do seem delicious.  Here’s what I’m thinking, to speed up the cooking process, slow cooking the sauce all day so I don’t have to stand over the stove for an hour after picking my man up from the airport.  Yes?  Anyone done this, I feel as though it would work but I’d appreciate someone to confirm that for me and drop me a recipe if you’ve got one.

Happy Friday!