a hodgepodge weekend in review.

Three cheers for a nearly perfect weekend, complete with celebrations, pizza and home cooked meals, near misses with sickness and a beautifully relaxing Sunday full of nothing but a couple hours of busy work/gymning in between.

It was a reminder that things rarely, if ever, go according to plan – and you know what? That’s okay. They don’t have to.

Friday night seems like it was eons ago, although it wasn’t. I know I picked up the girl from work and we ordered pizza. I believe we just laid around on the couch and watched buffy until both of us were passing out – correction, I think we both DID pass out, then we headed to bed.

Saturday did not go according to plan. Devon was supposed to go with Leighann to the flea market to look for candlesticks (this has been a standing plan for the last few weekends in a row, but never came to fruition until this one). They got a late start. I had to go to the Intergroup meeting (as the ambassador for our group I had made a commitment, although it was the last place in the world I genuinely wanted to be.) Fortunately, it wasn’t so bad, I had two giant cups of iced coffee, and those two hours zoomed by in a caffeinated blur. I was originally supposed to meet Devon at home, which turned into me picking her up at the flea market so no one else (other than me that is) would have to go out of their way (this is a commentary against the best friend’s behavior, not the girls) which turned into “oh hai, we left the flea market so we’re meandering around town/civilization” which turned into Devon being dropped off conveniently at the publix I had just stopped at on my way back. Score. In the car, she wasn’t looking too hot – wasn’t feeling well, running a fever. This was a problem. We were supposed to go to the Mirror’s house for a housewarming/belated birthday/get together party thing together. She informed me however, that she didn’t think she could go. So I took her home to let her rest. I was disappointed, sure, but it was fine. I’d rather her take care of herself then, than have the sickness get progressively worse, or turn into something more serious. I took her home, and almost immediately was back out the door, driving to downtown st pete, where I was put to work as a vegetable chopper for the party, which was running a bit behind schedule. Vegetable chopping/lime juicing/ bowl mixing is a very cathartic exercise, I’ve realized. I felt better. The party progressed, my big sis from group showed up, we talked, we ate (well, I grazed on fruit salad and corn chips – everything else was mushroom and onion soaked) we took pictures, and climbed trees. I stared for awhile at ants and wondered how many would sting me. I left around 7-ish, worried about the girl, and anxious to head home. Actually, I was told to “go home and take care of your wife”. So I did. When I got home, she was snuggled up on the couch. I went through a moment of sadness for no apparent reason, but it passed. We talked. We did other things. We’ve been discussing in slightly uncomfortable but exciting detail certain aspects of things – things we like. Openness at its best or most beneficial, I think. It was fun, regardless. We were up late, for us – it was just crossing 1 when she finally drifted off to sleep – and by drifted I mean, one minute she was talking, the next moment she was gone, out of the building, draped around me, keeping me warm. I went to sleep with a smile on my face that night.

Sunday was damn near perfect in every way. I’d say it was perfect completely, but then nothing can come close to matching or surpassing it. And most Sundays are becoming that way. We left bed at separate times, her first, shortly after 8. I stumbled out closer to 9:30. I made a quick store trip for breakfast and dinner ingredients – it was Devon’s day to cook, and we had decided on bacon and pancakes for breakfast and lasagna for dinner. Both were spectacular. While she was off at the gym with Flores, I cleaned the entire house from top to bottom (mystery smell notwithstanding – I still have no idea what it is or where it’s coming from) and did the laundry…all of the laundry). I got done just as she was walking back up the steps. I have good timing that way. She made dinner – I caught and introduced myself to the desert gnome who made an appearance just in time to catch the new carton of ice cream before it made its way into the freezer in between cooking. Dinner was fantastic. We settled in for more buffy, cuddling, stuff on the couch. Bedtime was earlier than normal, but comforting. And now, onto another work week that neither one of us wanted to head into. But on Friday is our official 6 month anniversary – I’m torn between dragging the girl to see the last Harry Potter movie, which is released on the same day, or just taking it easy and going to the causeway to recreate the second half of our first date. I got her a cool present which I think is hilarious and she will either die laughing, or not like at all. I’m aiming for the former. Still have to make a trip to pick something up from somewhere one of these days…I’ve been putting it off for awhile, and while it makes me happy, I’m also in no rush to go get it, for some reason. I’m collecting ideas for her birthday as we speak, trying to see what’s more feasible, what will work, etc. But for now, I’m enjoying the ride of the present and looking towards plans for the future.