It was one heck of a weekend, and mostly wonderful.
Friday night Alex and I made steak for dinner and I stayed the night with him. I can’t even begin to explain the satisfaction of physical comfort. Plus that heated blanket is off the chain. But more than going to bed with him is waking up with him. It kills me that the only thing between us and finally getting married is money. It’s so insignificant and yet it controls so much. This world is backwards. (TANGENT RANT: We’ve been together for SEVEN YEARS, when is there going to be enough money? He refuses to propose without a ring, and I’m all, “Roll up some aluminum foil and call it a day, just marry me.” IDevenK how many times I have proposed, hahaha.)
Saturday my family and I went out to dinner. It was a considerable group- Alex and I, my mom and dad, my Grandpa and Grandma, my uncle and his wife from out of town, and my aunt and her boy friend. It was mostly a great night; the food was amazing. I had lamb, like rack of lamb, and oh my Lord, nothing could beat that, especially with the red wine. The only awkward thing is that I think our waitress was new and when she was standing right behind my aunt’s boy friend, he blurted out, “I’ve had better service at the casino.” Seriously? Service has to be so bad for me to complain, and she didn’t even do anything. His Bloody Mary didn’t have olives, which I am 90% sure she isn’t the bartender, so damn. Calm down.
It got even more interesting back at Grandpa’s house. When you mix family and wine, you get arguments over anything- including squash, spaghetti, and Japanese people. Nuff said.
Taylor stayed the night Saturday, and Sunday was awesome because we woke up early, picked up Alex, and drove out to Sophia’s for breakfast- amazing. I had bacon and eggs and potatoes, whatever, but I also had A BELGIAN WAFFLE. I swear, NO ONE makes waffles around here, and I love waffles- probably too much. But Alex and Taylor got fruit topping and whipped cream on their waffles (strawberries and peaches- ick!). Call me crazy, but there’s something pure about just maple syrup. After that, we came home and took naps (aka Alex and Taylor slept for two hours while I watched Buffy) and then we went to the gym. I did some leg curls and fucked up my knees or tendons or something, but I also dead lifted 140 lbs with wonderful form, so that was good. But Alex tried to teach us sumo dead lifts, and let me tell you, SCREW THAT.
A surprise was that my uncle’s son and girl friend were at my Grandpa’s later that day so I got to see him/”officially” meet her (and that story makes me sound like a creeper, so nvm). This is a big deal because I don’t think we’ve had any interaction for 10 years (family dramas, save it fo’ yo mamas) and it was surprisingly not awkward and really enjoyable. I kind of hope we see him more, even when his dad isn’t here. But who knows. I get my hopes up for too much these days.
THEN we all decided to go on a tractor ride for old-time’s sake (my Grandpa has 40 acres of pine trees and trails). Super fun until you get whipped in the face/ear/neck by a thorn branch. Luckily everyone is pretty sure it won’t scar and I got some prime Alex-cuddles, more Buffy, and Reese’s Pieces out of it, so call it a backwards win.
And that brings us to today, MONDAY, the day I had my annual/quarterly review at work. I always get nervous about shit like this, but it actually went really, really well. Obv. there was some constructive criticism, but mostly an enjoyable experience. He had us answer and email him some questions in preparation before hand, might post those later.
Annnnd that’s my weekend/beginning of the week. More exciting than the usual, so I thought I would share.
Sideways waffle madness.
Definitely felt it sink in and tear out.
They got the mustard out. 