So if you know me in real life, you can vouch that “relaxed” is not really a word you’d use to describe me.  More like “stressed” or “uptight” or “unable to cope with a change in plans.”  I swear, the older I get, the less and less I understand the saying “go with the flow,” but as I’m obviously aware of it, I’m doing my best to be more flexible.  Case in point: last night’s dinner.

I slaved away at this beautiful quiche, put it in the oven for an hour… and forgot to turn the oven on.  DOH!  I was really looking forward to eating it and I was really disappointed but instead of throwing the quiche across the room, I just pulled out some leftovers.  Oh well!

Post-work on Friday, we picked up our Save the Dates!  They were $40 more than we thought they’d be (thanks, hidden fees!), but we’re too happy with how they came out to be mad about it.  Now for that whole addressing them part…

See this plate of fettuccine?  This is the last time I ever attempt to make an alfredo.  I’m cursed and it always comes out thick and gloopy.  I wasn’t at all impressed with this dinner but I tossed some salt and pepper on it and decided it suddenly didn’t taste half bad.  Or maybe that had something to do with the wine?  We also spent the entire night watching the Olympic Opening Ceremony.  What did you guys think?  I thought the projector screens were incredible and the War and Peace and Swan Lake parts made me so happy.  Plus, how cool are those colorful Russian buildings?

So cake usually isn’t what I consider a nutritionally dense breakfast, but sometimes you have a cake tasting scheduled at 10 AM and sometimes you just roll with it and decide you’ll make up for it by eating a salad later.  We had our second cake tasting at a bakery in Lafayette and brought both moms this time around.  We still have one more to do next weekend (holy cake tastings, right?), but I can already tell it’s going to be a hard decision.  We saw these on our way out and thought they were hilarious.

Like I said, I’ll make up for it later with salad.  But does a blue cheese and buttermilk dressing-covered salad still count as a salad?  Answer: yes.  We tried out a new (to us) restaurant in the Highlands and managed to nab a front row parking spot (seriously lucky!) and a table inside the tiny eatery, which is called Bang! for anyone wondering.  I thought this salad was just okay but the place was cute enough for me to go back again.

Then I was somehow relaxed enough to volunteer to help with drywalling.  This is the 123984984th time we’ve made a giant mess of our living room.  Our couch is parked in the middle of our kitchen, every inch of the living room is covered in dust from sanding and by the end of Saturday Joey and I were covered in drywall (I swear it’s in my eyes permanently), but as messy as it was, I didn’t mind helping.  It means we’re a step closer to being able to clean up all the dust for good!  We also saw yet another band that night and guess what?  We’re booking them!  This is major success.

Sunday’s breakfast was the polar opposite of Saturday’s.  Nutritional powerhouse!  I crushed this meal then headed to the gym for a quick workout, which makes me feel better about how I literally sat on my butt for the rest of the day.  The Olympics made me do it!  Who else thought Sage Kotsenburg’s reaction to the score for his gold-medal winning performance was great?  More of him, please!

The rest of Sunday involved camping out at a little coffee shop on Tennyson Street called Downpours.  They have house-made almond milk, chai and flavored syrups, which is awesome, but they also have a total of like 5 tables.  We were lucky enough to score couch seats within a few minutes of being there but things were looking grim for a minute there.  Anyways, we were busy crafting our wedding website.  I did not want one but I eventually lost that battle 🙂  We’re almost done so I feel like it was a productive day.

Besides that whole dinner mishap, Sunday night was all about the Beatles tribute show.  I LOVED IT!!!!!!  Despite Ed Sheeran’s terrible hair, his rendition of “In My Life” almost made me cry.  Despite John Mayer’s pants, his rendition of “Don’t Let Me Down” with Keith Urban was pure perfection.  And despite all the performances by incredibly talented musicians, my favorite was by Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr.  My heart was so happy through the whole thing.

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Did you watch the Beatles tribute?

Are you paying attention to the Winter Olympics?

Wedding website: yay or nay?