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Weekend Things

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Sometimes it takes a few days away from home to fully appreciate your bed, your kitchen and your routine.

Sometimes it takes a few weeks of hail, rain and snow to fully appreciate sunshine and warm temperatures (even if it’s only in the 50’s).

Sometimes it takes a wild and indulgent Grub Street Diet to fully appreciate your comparably uneventful and healthy* weekend.

*Not even trying to define the word “healthy,” but reading everything Alan Yang ate in a week definitely made me feel extremely virtuous.  But also jealous 🙂

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Staying in on Friday night to cook a BOMB dinner & watch a movie is my love language.

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Walked to Black Eye Coffee for avocado toast beauty & Memorial Day BBQ planning.

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Joey had been dying to get in the backyard and clean up the mess from the hail storm and would you look at that pile of twigs?!  That was just one of the THREE piles we cleaned up.  P.S. Our garden just keeps on keeping on!

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Post grocery store, fridge restock lunch.

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We popped over to an open house (it was a bust!) then made a stop at Whole Foods and get this, they don’t even sell cheap club soda there!  Luckily, we had some at home and Moscow Mules + shrimp tacos + Y Tu Mamá También are the makings of a perfect Saturday night.

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Ran 5 miles on Sunday morning and totally ran into the Colfax Marathon!  I knew it was happening that day, but hey, I just kind of figured they actually ran on Colfax?  Afterwards, I got us iced coffee and came home to waffles.  Never been happier ♥

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Prep a salad, eat a salad.

But seriously, this weekend was a good one 🙂

A Reminder

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A few weeks ago, an old post popped up on my TimeHop.  It detailed the first time we went to Linger.  It was Joey’s birthday and we’d never been to a restaurant so cool.  Popcorn instead of a bread basket.  A eclectic menu of share plates, when I’d never even heard of a share plate.  That creepy/cool mortuary aesthetic.  And, of course, really good food.  Afterwards, we grabbed ourselves ice cream cones from “that giant milk jug!” for dessert and I don’t think I’d ever felt happier.  I couldn’t believe people were lucky enough to live close to this place.

Fast forward four years and I am one of those people.  I’ve spent many a happy hour on the rooftop.  Celebrated birthdays over sangria and share plates.  Stood in line at Little Man more times than I can remember.  And it all starts to feel commonplace.  I can walk by Linger every week on my way to yoga and think nothing of it.  But then I re-read that post from 2013, I see the stars in my eyes, the excitement in my voice, the pure joy of that entire experience and I feel so invigorated by it!

We’re on the brink of my favorite season in Denver.  Come spring, patio season is ON, restaurants are abuzz, the Little Man line is somehow even longer, I’m down to walk any and everywhere that can be walked to and this year, I’m going to remember that feeling I had the first time I went to Linger (or Work & Class, or Onefold, or Uncle, and on and on), let it wash over me every time I get to go to one of these places and remember how lucky I am to live in the city I live in.

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P.S. I’d really like to go to Linger now 🙂