I skipped town this past weekend, which you might know if you follow me on Twitter. I was in Austin, visiting Cherie and brainstorming design and business ideas for Cherry Jean. It was a great weekend, super productive and relaxing, which is a pretty fantastic combination for any weekend, I think.
The view wasn't too bad either.
There were also a few drinks -- a small hiatus from my drinking hiatus, so to speak -- because whenever I'm around Cherie, it just feels like there's a reason to celebrate. That's the sign of a good friendship.
Some sort of spicy margarita!
Side note: I realized, when I got to town, that nine years ago (this week!) Cherie and I were in Cancun together, on Spring Break as 21 year olds. Oh MAN how times have changed. We wholeheartedly decided we'll be ever grateful Facebook didn't exist back then. It's bad enough I have to stumble upon those drunken photos when I'm cleaning out a box in the attic. If I knew YOU were stumbling upon them too, I might set fire to the internet.
Anyway, here were are, mid-brainstorming session.
When I got back, Kyle almost instantly came down with the flu and that is officially my least favorite way to be welcomed home. No, wait, that's a lie. My least favorite way is when my husband gets it too.
Where is a spicy margarita when you really need one? NOT IN MY HAND, THAT MUCH I KNOW.
I'm getting through this week with a steady stream of Ignoring The Laundry Pile and Trudging through Downton Abbey. I know, you flew through it (the show, not my laundry pile UNFORTUNATELY) and maybe you even loved it enough to write fan fiction about it but, well, I'm trying. I'm trying to love it! I like it a lot! I just don't....love it. I'm not obsessed with it. I'm not texting friends about it and please don't think that's an activity below me, oh no, because let's all think back a few short weeks to the days when I wouldn't talk about anything BUT Sons of Anarchy. My family and friends took it upon themselves to just roll their eyes before I even started talking because WE GET IT, YES, JAX IS VERY ATTRACTIVE. PERHAPS WE'LL MOVE ON NOW. Jonna, who was on the receiving end of most of those texts, would most likely hear her phone chime and say to her husband, Adam, "I bet Jennie just finished season three and is using a lot of OMGs again! Think if I ignore her, she'll stop?" (Spoiler alert: Nope!)
I should say that I ALL-CAPS LOVE Mr. Bates. He's the very best! I want him to live next door to me forever. That's not too much to ask of a fictional tv character, is it? (And Anna! She's the loveliest. I also have a soft spot for flawed, complicated Mary. I love a good flawed leading lady.) See, I like it. I like it a lot. I just don't love it enough to shell out money for season two. (Maybe you'll buy it for me?)
Anyway, I'm now going to gloss right over getting rear-ended today because it's just one of those things that happens in life and while it's all very annoying and there is no person on earth who would ever be delighted to sit on the phone with MULTIPLE insurance company representatives to hash out an accident, it's normal. It's preferable even to some of the worse things that could surprise you in your day. I'm (mostly) okay, the car is (mostly) okay, and I think we'll just move on now, never to think of those stupid five minutes again and maybe even be just plain grateful it wasn't worse.
I will say that I don't really give a damn what I decided to give up and for how long, when your family gets the flu the same week that you get into a car accident, you have a drink the size of your head and you enjoy every sip. So, that's what my Thursday night is going to include.
What about you?