Where do I even begin? This weekend was my favorite.
My roommate and I were both in bed at 7:45pm last night (separate beds… still the lesbian rumors fly), a sure sign that the weekend was a success.
Things were looking rocky Friday night when I stumbled out of two back-to-back 12-hour days straight to the store to stock up on cat supplies like a loser. After cleaning the apartment (ah, sweet relief), I rallied and met up in Plaza Midwood for a little girls’ night action.
I was highly responsible, had one drink, slammed a water and was in bed with a book by midnight. I don’t know why I cried when I pulled into my parking spot at the oh-so-responsible hour of midnight, but I will blame it on exhaustion.
Saturday morning I was up bright and early baking fig loaves and biking to the Shala for 108 more sun salutations.
Vegan fig loaf
I feel like I’m the only one, but I frigging love that 108 practice. Shala’s Solstice Celebration was my third of the week (teaching and practicing), and I just can’t get enough of it. We had five teachers so we each got to practice most of it and rotate through teaching 20 each. This one took a full 2 hours and I had perhaps THE most solid savasana of my life at the end. Love.
Forgetting I was on my bike, I got a little slap happy at the farmer’s market next door and had to figure out how to get a watermelon, yoga mat and pint of blueberries home.
From there it was lunch at Fern with Adam. Never gets old.
OM burger and the Fern salad
Vegan carrot cake YES.
I don’t remember the rest of the afternoon but something tells me I was probably riding my bike or something. I’m probably always riding my bike or something. OH. I and bought a dress. That’s what I did…
I have been on the hunt for a decent maxi dress since MARCH, y’all. Finally… finally. And from Target, no less. The optical illusion of the chevron-esque lines is flattering to no end. Go get it.
Saturday evening involved dinner and drinks at Pisces with the dream team followed by more drinks at Whiskey Warehouse… obviously.
Again, I win the award for most responsible because I left around midnight. You should, however, ask my friends about how they migrated all the way Uptown, were escorted out of the bar by the police, ate french fries and a grilled cheese and a Belgian waffle, threw up and finally returned home around 4am. Get it, girls.
Sunday welcomed me with a long walk for coffee and breakfast I didn’t even have to make.
Eggs, toast, soysage, salsa.
I rode bikes with Mitch-Mitch, met our friend Maddie for lunch at Which Wich (best ever), practiced in the hottest class of all time at Y2, got a pedicure and came home for pizza night.
Lou Manalti's Chicago-style deep dish
My friend Rachael overnighted me two pizzas from Chicago forever ago when I took care of her dogs for Thanksgiving. I’ve been hoarding this one in the freezer and Mitch asks me daily when we get to eat it. Finally, the time had come.
With salad and roasted broccoli.
Today I’m up and at ‘em cranking out a few hours of work, getting my oil changed (someone call my dad!), practicing and then meeting up with my college roommates for dinner.
Can’t even wait.