Happy Easter Sunday! I saw someone on Instagram call it “Feaster” and I felt like that was a much more appropriate title to describe how I celebrate the holiday, so I think I’ll just call it that from now on.
We’ve turned a corner from last weekend’s snowstorm weather and are heading straight into summer this week (81 on Tuesday!). It was 75 on Friday, so my mood was all sorts of good. Also contributing to my Friday happiness was the big white blossoms on the tree outside my office window, being able to eat lunch outside and a night at the ballpark with some of my favorite people.
Joey was not into cooperating and taking a picture of everyone in the group, but he and Jory were also there. After the game — we had great seats behind home plate and we won 12-1! — we walked over to where they were filming the post game show and ended up being on TV! Joey’s waiting to get some TV deals out of it.
I spent most of the day Saturday with Hannah and my mom, doing some wedding hair and make up trials. The bad news is that I really did not like my hair and the price was not right so I think I’m back to square one with that one, but the good news is that I really liked my make up. Also, I managed to only have a minor anxiety attack about being late to the make up appointment after my hair stylist ran way behind and lunch took longer to pick up than I wanted it to. I don’t know how anyone puts up with me.
Car picnics are the best, right?
Saturday ended at the Avs playoff game. I’m sure I only looked slightly insane with my prom hair and make up. Joey reminded me that a lot of people actually do get that made up on a daily basis so I felt better. Turns out I kind of liked my hair better after I took it down and just let it hang in curls. The game was actually really exciting! And we won! The first Avs win we’ve seen all year and thank god because I was seriously feeling the pressure to not be bad luck at a playoff game.
Feaster Sunday started like this. I swear I was going to cook breakfast but then Joey suggested we go out and I was like “cooking? what’s cooking?” And out we went. The key to going out to breakfast in Denver is to go early — as in before 9 AM — otherwise you’re going to be looking at a pretty long wait. By the time we got to The Universal at 8:45 there was all kinds of empty tables. Score!
Joey would not stop talking about how good the cornbread part of his cornbread rancheros were. And he would also not stoping taking coffee refills. You guys, he’s officially addicted. I think I’m staging an intervention later this week and you’re all invited. My scramble was meh and even more meh when I was mid 4-mile run. So full!
Post run I mixed a bowl of flour and milk while watching New Girl (that show just keeps getting worse and worse…) because multi-tasking is where it’s at. And because I insisted on bringing red velvet to the (F)Easter celebration this year. I don’t think I’ve quite mastered the cooking time on cupcakes vs. a whole cake so these were a little on the overcooked side. C’est la vie.
Now we’re parked on the couch — viva la lazy Sunday nights! — and I’m trying to convince Joey to let me play hooky tomorrow so I can spend the day with my sister for her birthday. He’s not going for it…