A Weekend at the Cabin

Most of the time my writing falls into one of two camps.  Either I write about something right away because I’m still riding a high and can’t wait to get the words out or it takes me a few days to write anything at all because I feel changed by the experience and I need to let it sink in before I can find the words.  The latter is how I feel about our trip to the cabin this past weekend.

There was a clock in the kitchen that was out of batteries and just stood at 5:35 and I felt like it was such a perfect metaphor for the weekend.  It really did feel like time was standing still.  And I mean that in the best way possible.  I know spending two and half days in a quaint cabin in the mountains might not sound that life-changing, but for me, it really is.  The peace, relaxed vibe and views are unparalleled.  It’s a total body and mind reset and I savor every second.

I know this trip will forever stick out in our memory — not just because the weather was perfect, or because Joey got redemption for the Uno slaughtering from last year, or because I allowed myself to get totally sucked into “A Moveable Feast” or because we ate ice cream in a rain storm and leisurely sipped coffee in the sun on the porch — but because we wrote our wedding vows to each other.  It was an amazing experience that does and will mean so much to me for the rest of forever.  For the record, after we wrote them, Joey tried to read them over to me — he got as far as “Lauren…” when I started crying so yeah, I’m going to be a huge mess come September 6th.
















Can you spot the baby bunny?




Joey ate the above pictured PB&H sandwich, followed by a dessert of chili cheese fries and a 3-scoop ice cream cone.  Where is he putting it, people?!









Yes, these are truly the kinds of outfits I wear when I have no one to impress.



Unpictured: the bajillion handfuls of trail mix I ate, all the hummingbirds that zoom around up there, an lovely Saturday afternoon nap and my inability to readjust to real life now that we’re home and back at work.


Stuck in Love

Happy Friday!

Joey and I are sneaking out of work early today and heading up to the cabin for the weekend.  To say I’m excited for some cool mountain air and totally unplugged R&R would be a huge understatement.  Oh, and we might do some vow writing while we’re up there.  If we can fit it in between grilling, reading on the deck and napping :)


Last weekend, Joey and I were eating breakfast on our porch and started talking about what we used to spend all our free time doing before it was filled with house renovations and wedding planning.  I think we sat in silence for ten minutes racking (wracking?) our brains.  “Did I golf more?”  “Was I going to yoga?”  “Were we just sitting around?”  “I think we watched a lot of movies!”  So that night, we did just that.


Our “Indie Pick of the Night” was Stuck in Love and we both adored it!  So much so, that afterwards, even though it was early enough to watch a second movie, we decided to just go to bed.  Nothing else was going to live up to what we had just watched.

I can’t decide if it was the storyline between Greg Kinnear and Jennifer Connelly — who plays his ex-wife and whose house he’s constantly stalking because he’s not over her three years later — or the one about their daughter and her fear of relationships or the one about their teenage son.  Or perhaps, the best of all, when all of those characters’ storylines came together.

I’ll also admit that a huge draw for me was the fact that half of the characters were writers :)  They were also flawed, real and relatable.  We had some qualms with the way things ended, but overall, we loved every single minute.  I think I said “let’s watch it again!” as soon as it ended.  If you’re looking for a movie that’s funny, touching and heartbreaking all at once, I highly recommend this one!  Oh and the soundtrack is awesome :)



Work & Class: My New Favorite Place

On Saturday night, while searching Yelp for a place to take my mom for her birthday dinner on Sunday, I came across Work & Class and exclaimed “Oh yeah, I forgot I’ve been wanting to try this place!”  I let Joey peruse the menu — which offers about six meat entrées + a bunch of sides to order a la carte — and just by looking at it, he declared it his “new favorite restaurant” and wanted to know why we couldn’t go that night as well as Sunday.

Well, come Sunday night, I think it was everyone’s “new favorite restaurant.”  I’ll be honest, it’s a small place, seating is mostly community style and it’s a little on the loud side — lots of voices in a small area will do that — but the wait staff is great, the drink menu is fun and the food is just all around amazing.  In other words, the reason this place has so many glowing five star reviews, is because it delivers.


We showed up at 5:30 and though I totally expected to wait for a table, we were sat right away and were able to order off the Happy Hour menu before it ended at 6:00.  For the record, this is not a picture of the HH menu…


Our waiter was awesome.  Mostly because my family can be a little indecisive at restaurants (and everywhere else…) and he was totally laid back and didn’t even pressure us to get a move on with the ordering.  Also, he suggested this amazing chile cheese fry special.  It was to die for!


We ordered a smattering (I am experiencing a lot of joy from being able to use that word in a sentence!) of stuff.  We all tasted our own, raved about it, then tasted each others’ and raved about those too!  Everything was so unpretentious — 3 Bean Salad doesn’t sound like the most exciting thing ever — but executed perfectly!  I think between the five of us we tried the jerk chicken, the ceviche, the short ribs, the goat (<–Joey, the adventurous eater), cornbread, creamy polenta, 3 bean salad and mac and cheese.

Also, are you seeing that mini loaf of cornbread??  I think we all simultaneously said “awww!” when our waiter set it down on the table.  For the record, in addition to being the cutest thing ever, it was mouthwateringly good.


Afterwards, despite everyone claiming to be stuffed, we ordered two desserts.  Which also come in small and large sizes.  The picture above is what the chocolate bread pudding looked like by the time we were done.  De-voured.  And the butterscotch pudding — which came out in the tiniest bundt pan known to man — was equally loved.

It’s official, I’m moving in here!

P.S. I may or may not have gone again on Tuesday night…




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