A spur of the moment road trip out to Lancaster for some craft stores and the silk flower shop turned into an almost six hour affair. We ended up stopping at a diner called the Windmill Restaurant - where they served disgusting empanadas, funky tasting salads, and the fettuccine alfredo lacked the alfredo. I spent the last six years serving, and I know my tolerance is pretty high, but good lord we couldn’t leave there fast enough.
Turns out all the shops we had in mind were closed, but we spent the ride home stopping at various road side stands and cruising through lesser known retail shops. I picked up a couple pairs of leggings and even though I swore I wouldn’t ever wear them, oh sweet baby jesus are these puppies comfortable. I’m never wearing real pants again.
I’m supposed to play good fiance and wait for Justin to finish work, but after waking up at 4am it’s a miracle I’m up as it is. We aren’t even 25 yet and our saturday nights have turned into falling asleep on each other in the dull gray wash of the television. We are lame.
- I am four classes away from graduating
- Nakai’s been an absolute doll under saddle
- and I’m waiting to hear back about saddle fittings for him
- I have two papers to write by the 30th and I just wasted the entire night playing the Sims and drowning my pms in Ben and Jerry’s.
- a bubble bath and bed by 8:30 on a thursday is literally my definition of perfection
Instead of busy mornings and nighttime serving shifts, Sundays have turned into recovery days. It still feels weird to have off each weekend and work a real job throughout the week, though.
We took a break yesterday and celebrated Butch and Joanie’s wedding at The Meadows. For the first time in weeks, the boys put down their tools and swapped stained jeans for tuxes. I dyed my hair too light, swished around in my new dress, and drank too many daiquiris. The ceremony was beautiful and for once the firehouse crew were the more subdued part of the crowd.
The night was finished out with the crew at Applebee’s before falling into bed. I woke this morning wrapped up in oversized comforters and Justin’s arms, drifting in and out of sleep as we listened to pandora. There are a thousand things I should probably have done today, but schlepping around in Justin’s lounge pants and surfing the interwebs for hours was the only thing I accomplished.