Well, got the first taste of winter the past few days. It's on it's way- and honestly- it makes me shiver just thinking about it. I don't know if its me, or genetics, or a pre-disposition.... but the cold weather has started to make my body actually hurt. Not like on the ground, can't move type of hurt- but ache hurt. They type of ache that makes me whiny and needy. And when I get whiny and needy- it's no fun for anyone. When we were younger , actually, even now, my mom has always said 'when momma aint happy, nobody's happy', and basically that's what I am like when I am cold. If I am cold and unhappy.... no one is going to be happy. The green monster comes out of me and I become a raging terror.
Just one of those things about me... I should come with a warning sign during the winter, "if I look cold, or am actually shaking, beware. I will bite your head off.'
In other news.... T and I hosted Friday night dinner this weekend. We piled 9 people into our apartment, 'rented' (aka bought from Home Depot and then later returned) a long table and chairs, cooked a chicken dish, some bottles of wine, and invited good friends. It turned out pretty well- other than the thought that we were literally eating in our bedroom. That part was a little weird, but having everyone come over to our apartment and just have dinner, was so refreshing. We had been talking about hosing our friends for awhile- but after 6 months of living here, we finally got around to it. Will probably turn in to a monthly thing, at least I hope. Getting together for dinner, getting dressed up, lighting the candles- there is nothing nicer than Friday night dinners. Gives me a chance to unwind from the week, hang out with friends... and of course, give me an excuse to drink an excessive amount of wine and not have to go out to a bar later (and not have to go outside... it was so cold!). Our friends all brought different dishes, and all in all, the night was exactly what I was looking for.
All in all, Friday night dinners have officially been reinstated in the T&B household.
This weekend has turned into a drinking fest. Wine Friday night, and then a hard cider festival on Saturday night.... which I can say has turned into a slow moving Sunday morning. To that point, T finally woke up and said (this is a quote....) "No more drinking. Too much drinking."
Aka time for me to watch a movie and veg.
Peace love and hangover recovery,
B
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