This weekend was filled with a lot of stuff….beginning with a lot of cold, dreary weather.
Which meant a lot of movies:
Ides of March, The Notebook and The Descendants. (Movies that were “accidentally filled” with a lot of Ryan Gosling & George Clooney. Matt loves watching me drool over them, really.)
And a lot of cooking. Watch out for mama mangia posts coming your way… Along with a lot of attempts to make lentils look appetizing. Matt threw in a lot of “it’s not gonna happen” comments.
Which meant, of course, a lot of eating… and competitive calorie counting (thanks to our beloved app, My Fitness Pal). We also spent a lot of time at the gym, where I found it hilarious to pick the treadmill next to Matt and see how many times I could tap his shoulder before he took off his headphones and said, “what?!?” Answer to my question = a lot of times.
That was fun.
It also included a lot of mixology and a really, really awesome swing seat at Virtue in Old Town.
Walking there also allowed us a lot more calories – 200 to be exact – to spend on homemade mint juleps. To me, watching the “Speakeasy” bartender’s video tutorial was a lot more fun than actually drinking the julep. It is not as tasty as it sounds.
My new flower pin also made a lot of stellar appearances. As did the bangs. Blame it on too many Elle magazines at the gym.
The weekend also gave us time for a lot of extreme Apartment Makeover 2012 additions. A new mirror and fun DIY project I’ll share with you soon.
We also did a LOT of laundry. I finally decided to actually hand wash and line-dry all the dirty clothes I have that call for this type of hard labor. Note to self: check ALL tags (not just the price) before purchasing any type of clothing garment. Also – want to see something funny?
This is Matt’s idea of putting laundry away- neatly. I am not going to complain, as I should just be grateful that he even attempts to fold AND put away the laundry. It just gives me a really good laugh (most days) every time I open up a closet or drawer. This also applies to when he unloads the dishwasher. Ahh…lots of domestic bliss going on over here.
Alas, at the tail’s end of the weekend, there were also some – not a lot, just some – tears. (Remember that inner 6 year old issue?) The National Portrait Gallery had a Gertrude Stein exhibit that I JUST found out about on Sunday afternoon (I only work down the block from the museum…don’t ask.) that was, of course, ending at 7 p.m. and moving to the next city first thing Monday morning. Since watching “Midnight in Paris” led me on a streak of all things Paris in the 1920s, and I am in the middle of Hemingway’s “A Moveable Feast,” I just HAD to go see this exhibit.
Cue the major Metro delay and the husband in hot tamale pajamas (courtesy of Mama Ro) driving me into DC with a mere 25 minutes until the museum closed.
I love him. A lot. Even in hot tamale pajamas.
(I’m also realizing more and more why my mom’s reaction to Matt asking if he could marry me was, “Are you SURE?”)
After that adventure, I came home, put on my fuzzy Snoopy pajamas (also courtesy of Mama Ro…don’t worry, I won’t post a picture. Yet.) and ate a lot of freshly made granola, as running to catch the last 15 minutes of an exhibit in not-so-broken-in-boots must have burned a lot of calories.
All in all…although it flew by quickly, it sure was a whole ‘lotta weekend. How was yours?