I was in my happy place this weekend.
And my happy place is somewhere between hanging out in that Denver dining scene, sipping a lavender almond milk latte, getting a long massage, taking a sunshiny walk, buying a pair of skinny jeans that fit like a glove, eating a home cooked meal and breathing in the smell of those bright purple blossoms while on a run through my neighborhood.
But let’s not talk about those Rockies games. That was not my happy place.
Remember last Monday when I was like “I need a break from eating out.” HA HA! By Thursday I was more like “If I don’t go enjoy a fun restaurant meal, I will die!” Okay, maybe that’s dramatic but what’s the fun of living in close proximity to so many good places to eat if you’re not taking advantage of them?
If you willingly (and expectantly) wait 90 minutes for a seat at a restaurant it’s because you know the food is going to be that good. And Work & Class’s food is that good. Those creamed greens were my favorite. And for the record, of course we ordered dessert.
And what’s the fun of living in close proximity to so many cute/quirky/cozy coffee shops if you aren’t going to take advantage of them?
I’ll take a lavender latte and a cheesy egg sandwich on the plate your grandma used to have, please.
And up those crooked-y stairs, a cozy little room perfect for hiding away and reading a book.
Please tell me you get this reference.
The Holy Grail! Remember when I said I couldn’t find lavender honey?? Snatched this tiny jar up as fast as I could. It’s on, Tuesday Morning Toast!
I guess there was some miscommunication between my mom and I so when I showed up for my massage she had no idea I was coming in. As luck would have it though, she had come into the office early and didn’t have anyone scheduled. YES!
I don’t even know what else we did on Saturday but I think it probably involved taking a walk to 7-Eleven for a Slurpee (Joey, not me!) that turned into a longer walk around our neighborhood because it’s spring and I’ll take any excuse to take a long walk. Oh and burgers for dinner because: again, it’s spring!
On Sunday, post-zucchini pancakes (that I might not have cooked fully…) and post-run, we headed out to do some shopping. I have no idea why Joey wanted to come with me considering he just wanted to find the nearest chair to sit on in every store, but whatever, I was glad for some company. P.S. I tried on all the pastels.
And later that night, huddled around the frittata we had just pulled out of the oven.
It looked good but it was actually kind of bland. Especially for having that much cheese.
Sunday’s for Mad Men and Old Fashioneds. I’m working on acquiring that taste for cocktails. I think I waited till it got watered down by that melting ice cube, then drank half, ate the cherry and passed it off to Joey. That’s how Don Draper drinks his too, right?
This week: My little sister’s birthday! Lotsa Rockies games! Fish taco eating! So I think I’ll be in my happy place for the rest of the week if you don’t mind.