A Vacation from Vacation

This is what my boyfriend said he needed after spending the entire weekend with me–I sincerely hope it was said in jest!  Even if not, I know that I had a ton of fun–I’d detail it, but it’d give away key details which do not need to be given.  I did get to see a lot of cool stuff and get tipsy on sangria and whiskey sours.  I said it to my boyfriend, and I’ll say it now: I truly enjoy the pulse of that place, and could see myself slipping into a hectic but fulfilling routine there.  Let’s hope the phones start cooperating.  And frankly?  It’s just so good to spend time with him.  As I told him last night, I don’t like to discuss our relationship in too much detail on this blog, but spending time with him is amazing; our conversations range from the absolutely ridiculous to the serious and I enjoy ever minute of it.  Even if I’m just falling asleep with my head resting on his shoulder (and, in a half-awake state, reminding myself not to drool on him!), I feel lucky.  At his most exasperating, I just look at him and have to think, "Oh yeah, he’s mine.  Back off, bitches!"

Ahem, back to our regularly scheduled not-groan inducing blog . . .

But the quick summary of the weekend?  The turkey turned out good, as did any and all potatoes that were made, in addition to the seared vegetables.  We were not so lucky with a supposedly fresh French baguette, but them’s the breaks.  Pumpkin spice candles are very nice, as is talking until 1am even though you know you’re going to be as tired as hell the next (busy) morning.  Upstairs neighbors are noisy beasts, but what can you do (save bang on the ceiling if it really gets out of hand)?  Sculptures are very odd and can be made into a good guessing game.  There’s more, so much more, and I can think of it, but how to make it as vague as possible?  Hmm . . .

Bottom line is that this was a great Thanksgiving weekend.