My weekend

Friday: Probably one of the greatest Friday nights ever. Started with a quick trip to Dick's Sporting Goods... Then four of us (Meredith, Jessica, and Angie) went to 5 Guys Burgers and Fries. The burger and fries were amazing. But even more so was the two hour conversation that took place between us. It was fabulous. Think Sex and the City only better with less Samantha.

The evening wound down and left me feeling very comfortable in my skin. It left me with a sense of rightness with my world and myself. With the issues I've had with anxiety and self-esteem this year, it was really wonderful. I also came away from it knowing that I have the GREATEST group of friends that there is to have. I am so incredibly lucky.

Saturday started around 8:30 am. Angie called me and we met up for some swimming. I swam another quarter of a mile (up to half a mile now.) It was great. The only bad part was; I was exhausted afterwards. Seriously exhausted.

After swimming I stopped for some CFA for lunch. I was in line for no-joke 45 minutes. SO IRRITATING. By the time I was aware enough to think I should go to Penn Station and get an artichoke sub instead I was blocked in and couldn't get out of line. Worked out fine though because by the time I got home I was so tired I fell asleep prior to actually eating the sandwich. (No worries though, Friends, I ate the fries on the way home.)

Saturday night consisted of driving up to Fredricksburg, VA to enjoy a birthday dinner with Sheila at Poppy Hill Tuscan Kitchen. It was fun. The Crab Crostini and the Antipasta plate were incredible. The Shrimp Risotto was amazing... the salmon was way way overdone. And we ended up getting the desserts for free b/c the dude just sorta forgot about us, but they were good too, specifically the Tiramisu.

After the restaurant we went to two bars. The first bar was fun for 3 of us, the second bar was fun for 2 of us... but really I just felt old and tired and wanted to go home. This bothers me on a basic level. First, how is it possible that on a Saturday night at 10pm I am thinking about going home and to bed? Second, why do I feel old in a bar? I may be 34, but I do not LOOK 34 and I am a fairly hip, not at all old-fashioned 34... so seriously, wtf has happened to me?

By Sunday I was over it.

It was Father's day to this Sunday. My dad came over w/ this gf and my sister. We got him an icecream maker for Father's day. I'm pretty sure he'll use it once or twice, but I'm guessing he'll put it away and eventually sell it in a yard sale or something. But he wanted it, and he's happy, so...

Then Sunday afternoon we went to Mark's parents for dinner. We gave his dad a bottle of Knob Creek Whiskey. So yum. I hope he likes it.

So that was my weekend. We just watched Design Star and now Mark is watching the History channel. Something about torture and execution devices.... great to watch prior to going to bed, right?