Not exactly what I had in mind for how we would arrange them.
Stacks on Deck
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
L said he would unpack the books from the den in the old house and arrange them. This is what I found:
Not exactly what I had in mind for how we would arrange them.
Not exactly what I had in mind for how we would arrange them.
You better shop around
Monday, August 27, 2012
Once L and I decided we were going to buy our new place, we started discussing which furniture would make the cut and move with us and which pieces would be put out to pasture. I was prepared for this; I knew he had strong feelings about the fact that mostly we only used my stuff from my single days or bought brand new stuff for our current place. (In my defense, I had a full apartment of furniture that coordinated because I lived by myself for so long. I didn't have anyone to contribute to the furniture. On the other hand, L always had roommates and really only ever had to contribute his bedroom furniture and a sofa, and he sold the sofa before he moved up to VA, although he did replace it. But why break up the matching stuff to use some random pieces of his when what he had was left over from college? Do you want to use boy furniture from college in your home? No matter how clean your boyfriend or husband is, the answer is probably not. Especially when college ended more than a decade ago for your boyfriend or husband.)
We both agreed that it's time for new living room sofas and that we probably would like a sectional. The first day we shopped for ideas, we went through Bassett, La-Z-Boy, and Havertys. Y'all, La-Z-Boy is pretty much my own personal hell. Why? Because in a perfect world, I'd be able to convince L that we should get a sofa that would be a genre that would include something like this:
And yet, we spent an hour and a half in La-Z-Boy looking at sofas that look like this:
Champagne and Sprinkles and I call these sofas Muppet sofas (just throw some googlie eyes on the back part of it and you'll see what we mean) or marshmallow sofas. Not only are they unattractive, but they are huge and very expensive. What I learned about La-Z-Boy is that EVERYTHING must recline (NO) and not only that, but Americans are now too lazy and fat to pull the reclining lever with their hand; everything must be power-operated. You know what we do NOT need? A COUCH THAT REQUIRES A POWER OUTLET. I was so over the store the second we walked in. And we weren't even done for the day! We still had Havertys left to go through.
The second day we shopped, we went to stores that I selected. This entailed spins through Arhaus (who makes a line of sofas that are classified as apartment sofas, which made me think of the episode of Friends where Rachel's sister buys pants and calls them apartment pants), Z Gallerie, West Elm, Restoration Hardware, Pottery Barn, and Crate and Barrel. What I'm looking for: something attractive, not too modern, not overstuffed, and something that is not so deep that when you sit down your feet don't touch the floor. When you're an adult, it feels really stupid to sit on a couch and not have the ability to put your feet on the floor. This is proving to be incredibly difficult and I honestly do not understand why. A few ideas of what I have in mind:
We will not be purchasing a sofa that has designated receptacles for beverages.
As it turns out, L does actually have an opinion about furniture, but he just doesn't know it until I point things out to him that I like. Anyway, after all that, we decide to just live with what we currently have for the time being and upgrade once we get a better idea for how furniture fits in the new living room.
Also nominated by L for replacement/eventual upgrade: the coffee table, the dining room table and chairs, and the guest bed and bedding. I agree with l about the coffee table FO SHO. It's totes time. I also agree with the bedding for the guest room. I've secretly wanted to upgrade for a while but didn't think he'd understand why. This is what we currently have:
It's fine. The entire bed is what I used prior to marriage. But I'm over it. It's very 2004 and bland. Plus, dupioni silk is not the best fabric for bedding. My recommendation: never get bedding that you can't just throw in the washing machine. Anyway, I pointed out this set at Z Gallerie and to my complete and utter surprise, L liked it:
He still does not understand Euro shams or their purpose, nor does he understand needing or wanting more than one, single accent pillow. But I think the answer to that is that he doesn't have to understand it and he doesn't have to go with me on hunts to find accent pillows. We went back and purchased it last weekend and the whole experience was a complete 180 from the first weekend we went shopping. He wanted to show me cool light fixtures he'd seen previously and art work for the living room. It was amazing! I also realize that perhaps the difference is that we weren't looking at sofas. Time will tell.
Since we agreed to hold off on the sofa purchase, we went through a period where we were at odds over what to replace first. His thought: the guest bed. Mine: ANYTHING in the living room since we will be using that area daily. He tried to hold out but I refuse to look at beds right now when we have one that is functional and only one confirmed guest coming in the future and he will. not. care. what kind of bed he's sleeping in. I agree that the dining room table we currently have is not going to match well in the new place and that it would be nice to have a table with an extension leaf, but it's also hard to reconcile ditching a good, solid-wood table for perhaps something that may end up being crap (although who am I kidding? We are not replacing our table with something that requires home assembly and a manual in a foreign language). Also, I have a very weird, sentimental attachment to this table because it's an antique. It was my grandmother's. I have no reason to feel attachment to it other than that. Part of me wonders if we should just paint it (the current stain won't match the cabinets or flooring in the new place) and get new chairs, but that doesn't solve the size problem. As for the coffee table, I totally agree with L's request to upgrade. The problem is that he (inexplicably) dislikes glass coffee tables and he's taking a hard stand on this, which I find terribly annoying. I asked him for an explanation and he thinks they are hazardous. I pointed out that no one will be dancing on our coffee table and that glass is super easy to clean, but he just ignored me. We went through something similar when I bought night stands for our bedroom without consulting him. He would have preferred the night stands that matched the bed or the chest of drawers we bought; I disagreed and purchased some that have a mirrored finish. I won that one and three years later, the only time he's commented about the night stands was the night he first saw them, so I assume it's fine. The man just really loves and prefers big, wooden furniture. This is problematic in a confined space.
So for now, the moral of the story is that furniture sales people are the worst (waaayyyy too aggressive and poacher-like - JUST LET US LOOK!) but maybe the next time we go looking, it won't be so bad. Or, maybe we'll end up with a muppet sofa and a super-matchy living room. But if that happens, it probably means I'm dead or heavily drugged. Watch for the warning signs, people.
We both agreed that it's time for new living room sofas and that we probably would like a sectional. The first day we shopped for ideas, we went through Bassett, La-Z-Boy, and Havertys. Y'all, La-Z-Boy is pretty much my own personal hell. Why? Because in a perfect world, I'd be able to convince L that we should get a sofa that would be a genre that would include something like this:
It's hard to see it, but there's a nailhead trim around the arms. But while I love the nailhead trim, I realize it won't be in for forever, so this sofa won't be invited into our home.
And yet, we spent an hour and a half in La-Z-Boy looking at sofas that look like this:
Champagne and Sprinkles and I call these sofas Muppet sofas (just throw some googlie eyes on the back part of it and you'll see what we mean) or marshmallow sofas. Not only are they unattractive, but they are huge and very expensive. What I learned about La-Z-Boy is that EVERYTHING must recline (NO) and not only that, but Americans are now too lazy and fat to pull the reclining lever with their hand; everything must be power-operated. You know what we do NOT need? A COUCH THAT REQUIRES A POWER OUTLET. I was so over the store the second we walked in. And we weren't even done for the day! We still had Havertys left to go through.
The second day we shopped, we went to stores that I selected. This entailed spins through Arhaus (who makes a line of sofas that are classified as apartment sofas, which made me think of the episode of Friends where Rachel's sister buys pants and calls them apartment pants), Z Gallerie, West Elm, Restoration Hardware, Pottery Barn, and Crate and Barrel. What I'm looking for: something attractive, not too modern, not overstuffed, and something that is not so deep that when you sit down your feet don't touch the floor. When you're an adult, it feels really stupid to sit on a couch and not have the ability to put your feet on the floor. This is proving to be incredibly difficult and I honestly do not understand why. A few ideas of what I have in mind:
Pottery Barn's Comfort Square
Custom sofa from Bassett
Pottery Barn's Turner Collection
Do we see a general theme going here? And yet, we walked out of La-Z-Boy with a price estimate for this:
Horrible. It's huge, it reclines, it looks marshmallow-y... it was just bad. To be fair, I think L was trying to be kind to the sales guy who had latched on to us (he tried so hard), but there's no way that sofa will be purchased and in our home. Also, L didn't share my strong feelings about massive, over-sized sofas. He told me at one point on the first day that he didn't really care what the sofa looks like, which made me laugh and ask him if that was why we were looking at a sectional that would require extra space to recline and that has the option of having a console wedge (complete with a cup holder, which is EXACTLY what I've felt every sofa I've ever had in any housing I've ever lived in was missing) thrown somewhere in the middle.
We will not be purchasing a sofa that has designated receptacles for beverages.
As it turns out, L does actually have an opinion about furniture, but he just doesn't know it until I point things out to him that I like. Anyway, after all that, we decide to just live with what we currently have for the time being and upgrade once we get a better idea for how furniture fits in the new living room.
Also nominated by L for replacement/eventual upgrade: the coffee table, the dining room table and chairs, and the guest bed and bedding. I agree with l about the coffee table FO SHO. It's totes time. I also agree with the bedding for the guest room. I've secretly wanted to upgrade for a while but didn't think he'd understand why. This is what we currently have:
It's fine. The entire bed is what I used prior to marriage. But I'm over it. It's very 2004 and bland. Plus, dupioni silk is not the best fabric for bedding. My recommendation: never get bedding that you can't just throw in the washing machine. Anyway, I pointed out this set at Z Gallerie and to my complete and utter surprise, L liked it:
Since we agreed to hold off on the sofa purchase, we went through a period where we were at odds over what to replace first. His thought: the guest bed. Mine: ANYTHING in the living room since we will be using that area daily. He tried to hold out but I refuse to look at beds right now when we have one that is functional and only one confirmed guest coming in the future and he will. not. care. what kind of bed he's sleeping in. I agree that the dining room table we currently have is not going to match well in the new place and that it would be nice to have a table with an extension leaf, but it's also hard to reconcile ditching a good, solid-wood table for perhaps something that may end up being crap (although who am I kidding? We are not replacing our table with something that requires home assembly and a manual in a foreign language). Also, I have a very weird, sentimental attachment to this table because it's an antique. It was my grandmother's. I have no reason to feel attachment to it other than that. Part of me wonders if we should just paint it (the current stain won't match the cabinets or flooring in the new place) and get new chairs, but that doesn't solve the size problem. As for the coffee table, I totally agree with L's request to upgrade. The problem is that he (inexplicably) dislikes glass coffee tables and he's taking a hard stand on this, which I find terribly annoying. I asked him for an explanation and he thinks they are hazardous. I pointed out that no one will be dancing on our coffee table and that glass is super easy to clean, but he just ignored me. We went through something similar when I bought night stands for our bedroom without consulting him. He would have preferred the night stands that matched the bed or the chest of drawers we bought; I disagreed and purchased some that have a mirrored finish. I won that one and three years later, the only time he's commented about the night stands was the night he first saw them, so I assume it's fine. The man just really loves and prefers big, wooden furniture. This is problematic in a confined space.
So for now, the moral of the story is that furniture sales people are the worst (waaayyyy too aggressive and poacher-like - JUST LET US LOOK!) but maybe the next time we go looking, it won't be so bad. Or, maybe we'll end up with a muppet sofa and a super-matchy living room. But if that happens, it probably means I'm dead or heavily drugged. Watch for the warning signs, people.
Hurts Like Heaven
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Growing up, I used to be really uncoordinated. I would trip over anything and everything - if you knew me in junior high and high school, you know this is true. The irony is that I took dance for about 15 years, but I actually blame ballet for my lack of coordination because I was taught not to look at the ground.
Anyway, two and a half weeks ago, I left my house on a Saturday afternoon to go purchase a wedding gift for HSGL. I got home, parked my car in front of the house, and ascended the two steps to our front walkway. Midway through the first step, I'm not sure what happened but I either rolled my right ankle and then it slipped out from under me or my right foot slipped and then my ankle rolled out from under me. Either way, it wasn't pretty. It was sort of slow motion but I couldn't stop myself - I had my iPhone in one hand and a huge Sprite in the other. The Sprite was a lost cause - it went everywhere. The phone was fine. I, however, was not. Seriously, this happened about 24 hours after I'd just been congratulating myself on not having tripped and fallen in long time.
Isn't it lovely? My right ankle hurt so bad. I had to stop and take a time out on the front lawn to breathe through the pain. I really thought I'd broken my ankle or foot. I realize the large, bloody scrape is probably what your eyes went to first in that pic, but if you look at the top of my right foot, you'll see another scrape with a bruise beginning to form underneath it. When I go down, I go down hard. Honestly, after I got over the initial shock and pain of the whole thing, my first thought was, DANG IT! I'M SUPPOSED TO GET A SPRAY TAN ON TUESDAY. My second thought was, This will look so good with bikinis and a cocktail dress next weekend.
Now let's take a moment and focus on the size of the abrasion. We didn't have enough Neosporin on hand at the house to cover it all so I had to call L and ask him to pick up more on his way home. We also didn't have any Band-Aids big enough to cover it because it required a bandage with a 3"x3" surface area. That means I sported my own bandages for about a week. That involved a rotation of gauze and non-stick bandages adhered with medical tape. Getting my pre-Mexico spray tan with one of those bandages was awesome. Eventually, by Friday or so, I was able to get down to a 2"x3" bandage and then to the largest patch-style Band-Aids I could find. My foot was definitely swollen for a solid two weeks. Not hugely swollen so that I looked like a major gimp, but enough to where I had no ankle definition. My first cankle:
So gross, right? It looks like a man leg, except less hairy. I see that pic and I just think porky. I'm so glad I was born with a defined ankle. (I know, my life would be so hard if I didn't have defined ankle bones. Cankles are the worst.) L will confirm for you that I was incredibly distressed each night in Mexico about the state of my ever-worsening cankle situation. In retrospect, I wish I had taken a picture of my cankle ankle and my regular ankle side by side so that you could see how ridiculous the cankle looked, but at the time, I was so distraught by the difference that I couldn't do it. Clearly something is wrong with my ankle, but at this point, I don't know that it's really worth it to go see a doctor. If something is broken, well, I've gone two weeks and walked roughly half a mile (twice) through thick sand in Mexico on the foot (although I might add that those treks were not easily made) and I've lived through it. I'm not sure that anything can really be done at this point.
The stupidest part of this whole thing is that I had to go buy my first two pairs of flats (because I don't have any - not a flattering shoe for a large-footed lady) because of this. I tried wearing my normal heels to work the following Monday after the fall (which was on a Saturday), but the pain in my ankle was excruciating so I left at lunch to go limp around and find something easier to walk in. Thank goodness DSW is a block away from my office. Consensus: the flats were absolutely necessary but I still feel like a 10 year old wearing them and I also don't think that they're very flattering on my feet. Maybe I would feel more like an adult if they were Tory Burch, but $200 shoes that I don't want all that much in the first place are not in the budget at the moment. If I was sure I'd broken my ankle, then maybe I could have convinced myself that it would be worth it, but in the moment, I just figured my ankle would go back to normal in a few days and then I'd be left with expensive shoes that I probably wouldn't wear again.
As it stands, I tried wearing heels on Monday for the first time since the accident and I couldn't make it through the day. So now I'm revamping my wardrobe because all but about one pair of my pants are too long for flats. Fun stuff, right?
Anyway, two and a half weeks ago, I left my house on a Saturday afternoon to go purchase a wedding gift for HSGL. I got home, parked my car in front of the house, and ascended the two steps to our front walkway. Midway through the first step, I'm not sure what happened but I either rolled my right ankle and then it slipped out from under me or my right foot slipped and then my ankle rolled out from under me. Either way, it wasn't pretty. It was sort of slow motion but I couldn't stop myself - I had my iPhone in one hand and a huge Sprite in the other. The Sprite was a lost cause - it went everywhere. The phone was fine. I, however, was not. Seriously, this happened about 24 hours after I'd just been congratulating myself on not having tripped and fallen in long time.
Isn't it lovely? My right ankle hurt so bad. I had to stop and take a time out on the front lawn to breathe through the pain. I really thought I'd broken my ankle or foot. I realize the large, bloody scrape is probably what your eyes went to first in that pic, but if you look at the top of my right foot, you'll see another scrape with a bruise beginning to form underneath it. When I go down, I go down hard. Honestly, after I got over the initial shock and pain of the whole thing, my first thought was, DANG IT! I'M SUPPOSED TO GET A SPRAY TAN ON TUESDAY. My second thought was, This will look so good with bikinis and a cocktail dress next weekend.
Now let's take a moment and focus on the size of the abrasion. We didn't have enough Neosporin on hand at the house to cover it all so I had to call L and ask him to pick up more on his way home. We also didn't have any Band-Aids big enough to cover it because it required a bandage with a 3"x3" surface area. That means I sported my own bandages for about a week. That involved a rotation of gauze and non-stick bandages adhered with medical tape. Getting my pre-Mexico spray tan with one of those bandages was awesome. Eventually, by Friday or so, I was able to get down to a 2"x3" bandage and then to the largest patch-style Band-Aids I could find. My foot was definitely swollen for a solid two weeks. Not hugely swollen so that I looked like a major gimp, but enough to where I had no ankle definition. My first cankle:
So gross, right? It looks like a man leg, except less hairy. I see that pic and I just think porky. I'm so glad I was born with a defined ankle. (I know, my life would be so hard if I didn't have defined ankle bones. Cankles are the worst.) L will confirm for you that I was incredibly distressed each night in Mexico about the state of my ever-worsening cankle situation. In retrospect, I wish I had taken a picture of my cankle ankle and my regular ankle side by side so that you could see how ridiculous the cankle looked, but at the time, I was so distraught by the difference that I couldn't do it. Clearly something is wrong with my ankle, but at this point, I don't know that it's really worth it to go see a doctor. If something is broken, well, I've gone two weeks and walked roughly half a mile (twice) through thick sand in Mexico on the foot (although I might add that those treks were not easily made) and I've lived through it. I'm not sure that anything can really be done at this point.
The stupidest part of this whole thing is that I had to go buy my first two pairs of flats (because I don't have any - not a flattering shoe for a large-footed lady) because of this. I tried wearing my normal heels to work the following Monday after the fall (which was on a Saturday), but the pain in my ankle was excruciating so I left at lunch to go limp around and find something easier to walk in. Thank goodness DSW is a block away from my office. Consensus: the flats were absolutely necessary but I still feel like a 10 year old wearing them and I also don't think that they're very flattering on my feet. Maybe I would feel more like an adult if they were Tory Burch, but $200 shoes that I don't want all that much in the first place are not in the budget at the moment. If I was sure I'd broken my ankle, then maybe I could have convinced myself that it would be worth it, but in the moment, I just figured my ankle would go back to normal in a few days and then I'd be left with expensive shoes that I probably wouldn't wear again.
As it stands, I tried wearing heels on Monday for the first time since the accident and I couldn't make it through the day. So now I'm revamping my wardrobe because all but about one pair of my pants are too long for flats. Fun stuff, right?
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
One of these days I promise to try and start posting regularly again. It's been a busy spring and beginning of summer for me and L. Lots of stuff happening in these parts. Since I was last posting on a frequent basis, I went to Miami for Nolly's bachelorette party (POST RING PASS!!! Yes, we are awesome and we did a ring pass for her since all the attendees were Pi Phis),
L and I spent his birthday weekend in NYC (I'm horrible and didn't take any pics), Nolly and Flad got married in Houston,
my sister and brother-in-law came and visited us for a long weekend (there are no post-worthy pics), L and I went to Austin for the 4th of July (if I can muster it, I'll recap the travel misadventures in a post... it was unbelievably ridiculous... but of course I have zero pics from any of it - do we see a recurring theme here?), and we just got back from HSG's wedding in Mexico.
We're quite the globetrotters this year!
With the decision to stay here and take the new job in place, L and I both agreed in the end that a move is in order. We've spent a lot of time trying to decide whether or not it would be better to continue renting or to buy... the idea of owning is both appealing and daunting. Part of the agreement to stay included negotiating a dog clause. We are now in agreement that we WILL be getting a dog soon, although probably not until after we move. Once that decision was made, we started pondering where exactly we might want to live. The same weekend we had to decide whether to stay in VA or go back to Texas, we had breakfast on Sunday morning and run some errands. On the way home, we randomly popped into a condo building we've seen many times while eating at a place that occupies space in the first floor of one of the buildings. The building is new construction and we knew they were selling different floor plans, so we went in to get more information. As it turned out, they had an open house going on that day so we were able to walk through the building and see all the different floor plans that were still available. We immediately were drawn to three of them, but at the time, we still didn't know if we were going to stay in Virginia or move back to Texas. Long story short, we did research on previous units sold in the building, went to some open houses for other properties, checked into some apartment buildings, and ultimately we decided we think we're ready to buy. Then we had to figure out what we could afford to buy, so once we knew that, we decided which place we wanted and got the ball rolling. We submitted our offer about two weeks ago and it was accepted (woo hoo!!!). We close on September 14 and move the following day.
After living in our current house with its very small one bathroom and very small galley kitchen, I cannot say it enough how excited I am about our new place! You better believe it has an open floor plan with a kitchen that's about twice the size of our current one and TWO full bathrooms (the master bathroom is big enough to have a small party in and we'll have our own sinks. You have no idea how amazing this is since we can't both look in the mirror at the same time in our current place). I'll post pictures at some point, but for the moment, I don't want to jinx anything.
L and I spent his birthday weekend in NYC (I'm horrible and didn't take any pics), Nolly and Flad got married in Houston,
my sister and brother-in-law came and visited us for a long weekend (there are no post-worthy pics), L and I went to Austin for the 4th of July (if I can muster it, I'll recap the travel misadventures in a post... it was unbelievably ridiculous... but of course I have zero pics from any of it - do we see a recurring theme here?), and we just got back from HSG's wedding in Mexico.
We're quite the globetrotters this year!
With the decision to stay here and take the new job in place, L and I both agreed in the end that a move is in order. We've spent a lot of time trying to decide whether or not it would be better to continue renting or to buy... the idea of owning is both appealing and daunting. Part of the agreement to stay included negotiating a dog clause. We are now in agreement that we WILL be getting a dog soon, although probably not until after we move. Once that decision was made, we started pondering where exactly we might want to live. The same weekend we had to decide whether to stay in VA or go back to Texas, we had breakfast on Sunday morning and run some errands. On the way home, we randomly popped into a condo building we've seen many times while eating at a place that occupies space in the first floor of one of the buildings. The building is new construction and we knew they were selling different floor plans, so we went in to get more information. As it turned out, they had an open house going on that day so we were able to walk through the building and see all the different floor plans that were still available. We immediately were drawn to three of them, but at the time, we still didn't know if we were going to stay in Virginia or move back to Texas. Long story short, we did research on previous units sold in the building, went to some open houses for other properties, checked into some apartment buildings, and ultimately we decided we think we're ready to buy. Then we had to figure out what we could afford to buy, so once we knew that, we decided which place we wanted and got the ball rolling. We submitted our offer about two weeks ago and it was accepted (woo hoo!!!). We close on September 14 and move the following day.
After living in our current house with its very small one bathroom and very small galley kitchen, I cannot say it enough how excited I am about our new place! You better believe it has an open floor plan with a kitchen that's about twice the size of our current one and TWO full bathrooms (the master bathroom is big enough to have a small party in and we'll have our own sinks. You have no idea how amazing this is since we can't both look in the mirror at the same time in our current place). I'll post pictures at some point, but for the moment, I don't want to jinx anything.
Stay, stay, stay, stay for a while
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Sooooooo... I've been silent for a while because we've been figuring out our lives. L was unexpectedly approached by a recruiter back in April and he decided to hear what she had to say. That ended up leading to a job offer in mid-June, so we had to decide if we wanted to stick with our original plan to move back to Austin sometime this fall or next spring or if we should stay here so he could take the new job. He was informed on a Monday that the company was preparing an offer for him and the package came through on Friday afternoon. We hoped and prayed all week that it either be low enough to where it would be easy to pass on or that it would be high enough to be an obvious "yes" response. Of course, the offer was right in between, so we spent an entire weekend agonizing over whether or not L should take the job. It was definitely one of the hardest decisions I've had to make in my life and certainly one of (if not the) hardest decisions L and I have made in our marriage. Until then, I didn't realize how attached I'd become to the idea of moving home to Texas. We literally didn't do anything that entire weekend except spend time together working on a puzzle while talking through the pros and cons of both staying and moving. By late Sunday night, I told L that in my heart, I felt like he should take the new job. It was too good of an opportunity for him and financially it would do a lot for the two of us. L wasn't convinced yet, so he stayed up after I went to bed thinking through both options. He still wasn't sure what he was going to say when I left for work the next morning, but I left feeling good knowing that he knew I'd be okay with whatever he decided. The end of the story is that he had some kind of epiphany during his drive to work and decided that he needed to take the job offer. So he did, and now we know we'll be here a while longer.
I can't say enough that this was definitely a bittersweet decision. It's a great opportunity for L, and by proxy, the two of us. But it's hard to let go of, or at least defer, a dream you both mutually share. L is really excited about the new job. It's a big promotion for him and he likes the people at his new company. They have some exciting long-term goals for him, which is great. The hard part is that even though we have an idea of how much longer we'd like to be here, we're not sure how exactly we'll finagle a move back. The new job is great for L, but it will also make it much more challenging for him to find a new job at the same level if he ends up leaving this one whenever we decide to move back. But all that aside, we both feel at peace with our decision now. L started the new job last week and it is going well so far. It was really hard for him to leave his old position, particularly his boss. His now-former boss has just been such a wonderful mentor to L for so many years. L wouldn't have been in the position to even be offered the new job if it weren't for his former boss.
So that's the big change that we used to usher in summer. With this under our belts, we are now looking to start fresh in a new place. More to come on that later when we officially know where we'll be, but keep your fingers crossed for us that we'll get the details on that ironed out this week!
I can't say enough that this was definitely a bittersweet decision. It's a great opportunity for L, and by proxy, the two of us. But it's hard to let go of, or at least defer, a dream you both mutually share. L is really excited about the new job. It's a big promotion for him and he likes the people at his new company. They have some exciting long-term goals for him, which is great. The hard part is that even though we have an idea of how much longer we'd like to be here, we're not sure how exactly we'll finagle a move back. The new job is great for L, but it will also make it much more challenging for him to find a new job at the same level if he ends up leaving this one whenever we decide to move back. But all that aside, we both feel at peace with our decision now. L started the new job last week and it is going well so far. It was really hard for him to leave his old position, particularly his boss. His now-former boss has just been such a wonderful mentor to L for so many years. L wouldn't have been in the position to even be offered the new job if it weren't for his former boss.
So that's the big change that we used to usher in summer. With this under our belts, we are now looking to start fresh in a new place. More to come on that later when we officially know where we'll be, but keep your fingers crossed for us that we'll get the details on that ironed out this week!
So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint
Saturday, June 16, 2012
I had drinks with a friend on Wednesday night. When I got home, I parked my car in front of my house. As I gathered all my work stuff together, I noticed that our across-the-street neighbor's high school-aged son was sitting in his car. I stepped out of my car and that was the moment he lifted a pipe (not the kind your grandfather would smoke) to his mouth and took a hit. I stood there, frozen in my spot for about two full seconds. And that was the moment he realized I was standing there and that I'd seen what he was doing. In front of his parents' house. Alone. With the windows up. Hello, awkward! Panic ensued on both sides. He clearly thought I'd bust him and run go tell his parents. I just wanted to unsee what I'd just witnessed. His reaction: drop the pipe and wave innocently but very frantically as though seeing me was the happiest and most exciting thing he'd seen all day. My reaction: what I wanted to do was walk over to him, knock on his window, and point out that not only was he begging to get caught by smoking in front of his parents' house, but that the windows were rolled up, so anyone who gets in that car in the next month will know what he's been doing. I also wanted to tell him however bad he feels about life that he needs to go smoke out by himself in his car in front of his house with the windows rolled up, it's really not that bad and that things will get better (and now I sound like a commercial for gay teens). And I wanted to tell him that the prettiest girls in college don't really go for stoners, so he shouldn't make a habit of it (although I think we're beyond that if he's smoking out by himself in his car in front of his parents' house with the windows rolled up). What I actually did was start laughing at him when his frantic waving began and then I turned around and ran inside.
And then, as I told L what had just happened, the quandary of what my moral and ethical obligations were began. I only know this kid's parents by sight. In the 2.5 years we've lived in this house, I've spoken to his mom all of two times. She definitely doesn't know my name. L pointed out that the kid was wearing a t-shirt about a week ago with a giant marijuana leaf on it, so the parents probably know their kid has at least a slight infatuation with pot. On the other hand, if I had a kid doing the same thing, I think I'd want to know. But do you butt into the business of a family you don't really know? I also realize that on the drug spectrum, there are certainly worse ones he could be doing. As a coworker told me, it's just a little pot; he's probably going to be fine. But I'd still want to know what my kids were doing if I had any. And yes, I realize I could send an anonymous letter, a la JWOWW and Snookie in season two of everyone's former favorite, Jersey Shore, but that's so lame. In the end, three days later, I haven't said anything.
And then, as I told L what had just happened, the quandary of what my moral and ethical obligations were began. I only know this kid's parents by sight. In the 2.5 years we've lived in this house, I've spoken to his mom all of two times. She definitely doesn't know my name. L pointed out that the kid was wearing a t-shirt about a week ago with a giant marijuana leaf on it, so the parents probably know their kid has at least a slight infatuation with pot. On the other hand, if I had a kid doing the same thing, I think I'd want to know. But do you butt into the business of a family you don't really know? I also realize that on the drug spectrum, there are certainly worse ones he could be doing. As a coworker told me, it's just a little pot; he's probably going to be fine. But I'd still want to know what my kids were doing if I had any. And yes, I realize I could send an anonymous letter, a la JWOWW and Snookie in season two of everyone's former favorite, Jersey Shore, but that's so lame. In the end, three days later, I haven't said anything.
Viva Las Vegas
Monday, April 23, 2012
Hey, you. Yes, it's been like a month since I last checked in. And the excuse is still the same - too many long days at work (think minimums of 10 hours) make it difficult to want to come home and stare at another computer screen. Sometimes you need to just unplug and read or work out or just not be connected to the internet, you know??
Anyway. I do have things to catch up on. I'll start with our trip to Las Vegas back in March. I wish I could express the sense of freedom and excitement I had when I fled my office on Tuesday afternoon! Such giddiness and glee. L and I headed out on a Wednesday morning and took our first Virgin flights. We're usually pretty dedicated to flying American so L can keep his status, but we thought it would be fun to try Virgin and the price was right. Check out the sweet ambient lighting:
Yes, that's black-ish purple and reddish-pink lighting. All the planes are like that.
And the individual touch screens at each seat:
You use them to order food, create a playlist to listen to, buy movies or TV shows, or to watch TV. I tried to go with the Funkin Margarita Mix, but sadly, they were out on that flight. So instead, I opted for a split of Karma champagne. Clearly Virgin America is marketing towards the 18-35 demographic and I bought right into what they were selling. Honestly, the music thing was probably my favorite feature. Pretty decent compilation of artists and it was fun to make my own little playlist to rock out to.
We had a layover in San Francisco and we grabbed a light snack at Cat Cora's restaurant, where I ordered my first of many Manhattans for the trip:
Our chicken sandwich and sweet potato fries were really good - I totally recommend it if you ever find yourself in need of something yummy and fresh and light in the SF airport:
After our snack, it was time to board our connecting flight. This made us laugh:
Anyway, we got to Vegas and stayed at Aria (again), which was amazing (again). We were meeting four other couples there, but we decided to have dinner on our own on our first night of vacation. I picked Lavo as our dining destination. The only down side is that by the time we got to the restaurant for our 8:30 p.m. reservations, it felt like 11:30 p.m. to us. It didn't help that we'd gotten up at the same time we do for work every day in order to get to the airport on time. So we were pretty sleepy. But dinner was great - check out this horrible picture of my meal:
It really was delicious. Our original plan was to meet up with the two other couples that were in Vegas at that point (the missing two couples arrived Thursday morning), but we were so sleepy and full when we finally finished dinner that we ended up just going back to our room and calling it a night.
The next morning, we met one of the couples that arrived Thursday morning for breakfast. The venue: Imperial Palace's Hash House a Go Go. I'll be honest, I was insanely skeptical. I mean, not to sound snobby (okay it totally sounds super snobby), but it's the freaking Imperial Palace. Not exactly a place a want to spend a lot of time. But L has told me about this place for years and it was one of THE things he wanted to do while we were there, so off we went to meet The Ps and Mr. P's boss for breakfast. And I must say, I was delightfully surprised by my meal! The food portions are far bigger than any one person ever needs on their own. Mr. P's boss ordered some sort of breakfast pot pie and I swear to you, the pie crust looked like a sombrero turned upside down. Not even exaggerating. I tried to get a picture, but it's really hard and awkward to ask your friend's big-wig attorney boss if you can photograph his meal when you just met a half hour earlier. So it didn't happen. But here's a picture of my delicious tangerine mimosa:
L and I split chicken and waffles.
Look closely - bacon is INSIDE THE WAFFLE. Also, if you look in the upper right corner of that pic, you'll see some of the sombrero pot pie.
Meanwhile, Mrs. P ordered some kind of crazy bacon bloody mary and I think some kind of hash, but honestly I was so focused on L's and my chicken and waffle order that I can't remember what that is on her plate:
It definitely doesn't look like hash. But whatever. Mrs. P, the other three girls, and I spent that day at the spa in Aria and it was amazing. I highly recommend their facilities. Except for the part where the spa pool overlooks the stupid lounge/club pool. Too much ridiculously loud music - not at all relaxing, but the heated outdoor pool was still quite nice. As were the lounge chairs by it. Mrs. P and I both took brief naps out there in between hopping among the whirlpools, steam room, sauna, etc.
TIME OUT: I have Gossip Girl on in the background while I write this. I'm sorry, but WHAT IS GOING ON WITH DAN'S HAIR?? I mean, I get that the WB/now the CW requires approval before the stars of its shows cut their hair (we all remember the Felicity fiasco), but come on. Dan's hair is horrible. It's starting to look a bit like he's channeling the Upper East Side version of Kenny Powers. And if you don't know who Kenny Powers is, you are missing out on something delightful in life. Go rent Season 1. Your boyfriend/husband will thank you. And me for telling you.
Time in. Anyway, the spa is awesome. That was my only pool day and due to my phone not working and one of the girls I was with having a penchant for the "see and be seen" lifestyle (which, unbeknownst to me, took the other four girls to Liquid, aka, the club pool), I ended up only getting about 45 minutes of late afternoon sun. But that was fine, as I got to read a lot and just relax. And then I went back up to the spa to shower and get ready for dinner.
Thursday night was supposed to be our "big" dinner night. The parents of one of the girls we were with are members of the Foundation Room at the House of Blues and they made reservations for us. It's a reaaaaally long story, but after a lot of drama, six of the ten of us ended up taking this ridiculousness to dinner:
Yes, it's a stretch Hummer limo. Because that's necessary. The extra dumb parts of this: we didn't bring alcohol with us and we literally just went straight from Aria to Mandalay Bay. No cruising up and down the strip or anything. Thus, why do six people need a limo? Originally, all ten of us were looking for an easy way to get everyone down to dinner at the same time, but a LOT of drama ensued and in the end, only eight of us went to dinner. While we waited for the last couple to arrive, we enjoyed the views of the strip:
Pretty awesome, right?? Sadly, this was not the best meal I've ever eaten in Vegas, but to be fair, I've had some really good meals there, so maybe it was unfair of me to walk in expected something that would make me remember the food forever. Four of the eight plates were good; the other four were just... not. But the company was great, and that's really what matters. We were at dinner for a looooooong time and towards the end of our meal, drama from the missing couple started to heat up again so we all went back to Aria to try and help calm things down. That actually resulted in everyone going to bed around midnight, which was probably better in the long run. I will say that Frohn Dancis is a REALLY good friend and he and the Redhead totally took one for the team that night with regards to the drama that was going on.
Friday morning, L and I decided to walk down the strip and enjoy the pretty weather (the weather, btw, was SO AMAZING - sunny and warm, but not too hot and not too cold. Perfection). The Ps had gotten up early, too, and had ended up at Paris, so L and I met them there and gambled a little bit. Then we all meandered on down to The Venetian to meet two other couples for brunch at Bouchon. But don't worry - we did stop on the way so that the boys could take a picture with a Transformer.
So back to Bouchon. This was the food and beverage highlight of the trip for me. It was just so good. The setting is so nice and quiet and private (we ate in the courtyard several stories up) and the day was just gorgeous. The Manhattans were freaking awesome. I have no pictures of anything we ate or drank because it was too good to stop and snap away.
After that, we grabbed cabs and went to the Stratosphere. Yes, the Stratosphere. (And yes, this was definitely one of the weirder trips to Vegas for me and L.) Anyway, The Redhead had never been to Vegas before and she loves rollercoasters, etc., so she wanted to go ride the rides there. So off we went! The Redhead, L, Mrs. P, and Frohn Dancis all went up to partake in adrenaline-rushing activities, while Mr. P and the Ks and I all gambled a bit. Mildly awkward moment: when the craps dealer kept on referring to me as Mr. P's wife and to him as my husband. (Back story: we dated briefly a long time ago and we're totally good friends now, but we rarely discuss our previous relationship in a straightforward manner. It's usually always references in passing to an event that happened or something we did together, but we talk about the event or thing, not about us. This came after Mr. K made really awkward, pointed comments to me the night before about how Mr. P and I used to date... it was just a lot of unnecessary awkwardness for me.) No amount of mentioning that my husband and Mr. P's wife were supposed to be coming down from the rides soon could dissuade the dealer from believing that we were together. Anyway, the Ks got bored and went back to Aria to take naps, so Mr. P taught me how to play roulette, so that was fun. Sadly, neither of us won much. Once our other halves were done riding rides, we all headed back to Aria so the boys could all watch the Baylor/Xavier game.
The ladies, on the other hand, took advantage of that time to lounge around and get relax and leisurely get ready for our dinner that night. I managed to make it down just in time to catch the last quarter of the game, which happened to be the first time during the entire trip that I had seen the Gamblor, and I even got some bonus points for supporting L's team by throwing on a very classy BU fake tattoo on my left shoulder. It should be noted that I was definitely wearing a one-shoulder dress. Yes, I'm one classy chick. But it was funny and it washed off, so I was willing to look ridiculous for one night in Vegas if it could make L and his friends laugh. I meant to take a picture but I totally forgot (of course). But I did manage to get a pic of a delightful sidecar that I sipped on while waiting for all the girls to appear for dinner:
Dinner was at L's favorite casual restaurant in Vegas: Firefly. The Redhead, Mrs. P, and I all thoroughly enjoyed the sangria.
After dinner, the Ps and L and I headed back to Aria and the other couples went to see a show. The Ps ended up winning quite a bit of money (yea for them!), while L and I decidedly did not.
Saturday was spent playing craps at the Monte Carlo with the whole group. I found that in the days leading up to our trip, L had spent time thinking up things he could yell for different rolls. The best one was what he decided for a hard ten (hard ten = two fives). What did he yell? "CEDAR FEVER!" Yes, it's stupid but it's totally funny, especially when you're not expecting it. (There's also a little bit of logic to it... both words have five letters, just as each dice has five dots for a hard ten roll.) Also it's especially funny if you actually know what cedar fever is. FYI, most people in Vegas don't know what cedar fever is and, as such, looked at us as though we were foreign anytime anyone in the group made reference to rolling cedar fever. The best was when Frohn Dancis threw $10 on the table, looked the dealer in the eye, and said, "Ten dollar cedar fever." He got a blank stare in return, to which Frohn explained it was a hard ten. You probably had to be there for any/all of that to be funny, but I assure you it was hilarious.
Anyway, it was a long, strange trip to Vegas. L and I both agreed it was neither of our favorite visits, but it was just so nice to get away from work and not have to worry about anything for a few days and it was great to see some good friends and hang out. And that was Spring Break 2012.
Anyway. I do have things to catch up on. I'll start with our trip to Las Vegas back in March. I wish I could express the sense of freedom and excitement I had when I fled my office on Tuesday afternoon! Such giddiness and glee. L and I headed out on a Wednesday morning and took our first Virgin flights. We're usually pretty dedicated to flying American so L can keep his status, but we thought it would be fun to try Virgin and the price was right. Check out the sweet ambient lighting:
Yes, that's black-ish purple and reddish-pink lighting. All the planes are like that.
And the individual touch screens at each seat:
You use them to order food, create a playlist to listen to, buy movies or TV shows, or to watch TV. I tried to go with the Funkin Margarita Mix, but sadly, they were out on that flight. So instead, I opted for a split of Karma champagne. Clearly Virgin America is marketing towards the 18-35 demographic and I bought right into what they were selling. Honestly, the music thing was probably my favorite feature. Pretty decent compilation of artists and it was fun to make my own little playlist to rock out to.
We had a layover in San Francisco and we grabbed a light snack at Cat Cora's restaurant, where I ordered my first of many Manhattans for the trip:
Our chicken sandwich and sweet potato fries were really good - I totally recommend it if you ever find yourself in need of something yummy and fresh and light in the SF airport:
After our snack, it was time to board our connecting flight. This made us laugh:
Anyway, we got to Vegas and stayed at Aria (again), which was amazing (again). We were meeting four other couples there, but we decided to have dinner on our own on our first night of vacation. I picked Lavo as our dining destination. The only down side is that by the time we got to the restaurant for our 8:30 p.m. reservations, it felt like 11:30 p.m. to us. It didn't help that we'd gotten up at the same time we do for work every day in order to get to the airport on time. So we were pretty sleepy. But dinner was great - check out this horrible picture of my meal:
It really was delicious. Our original plan was to meet up with the two other couples that were in Vegas at that point (the missing two couples arrived Thursday morning), but we were so sleepy and full when we finally finished dinner that we ended up just going back to our room and calling it a night.
The next morning, we met one of the couples that arrived Thursday morning for breakfast. The venue: Imperial Palace's Hash House a Go Go. I'll be honest, I was insanely skeptical. I mean, not to sound snobby (okay it totally sounds super snobby), but it's the freaking Imperial Palace. Not exactly a place a want to spend a lot of time. But L has told me about this place for years and it was one of THE things he wanted to do while we were there, so off we went to meet The Ps and Mr. P's boss for breakfast. And I must say, I was delightfully surprised by my meal! The food portions are far bigger than any one person ever needs on their own. Mr. P's boss ordered some sort of breakfast pot pie and I swear to you, the pie crust looked like a sombrero turned upside down. Not even exaggerating. I tried to get a picture, but it's really hard and awkward to ask your friend's big-wig attorney boss if you can photograph his meal when you just met a half hour earlier. So it didn't happen. But here's a picture of my delicious tangerine mimosa:
L and I split chicken and waffles.
Look closely - bacon is INSIDE THE WAFFLE. Also, if you look in the upper right corner of that pic, you'll see some of the sombrero pot pie.
Meanwhile, Mrs. P ordered some kind of crazy bacon bloody mary and I think some kind of hash, but honestly I was so focused on L's and my chicken and waffle order that I can't remember what that is on her plate:
It definitely doesn't look like hash. But whatever. Mrs. P, the other three girls, and I spent that day at the spa in Aria and it was amazing. I highly recommend their facilities. Except for the part where the spa pool overlooks the stupid lounge/club pool. Too much ridiculously loud music - not at all relaxing, but the heated outdoor pool was still quite nice. As were the lounge chairs by it. Mrs. P and I both took brief naps out there in between hopping among the whirlpools, steam room, sauna, etc.
TIME OUT: I have Gossip Girl on in the background while I write this. I'm sorry, but WHAT IS GOING ON WITH DAN'S HAIR?? I mean, I get that the WB/now the CW requires approval before the stars of its shows cut their hair (we all remember the Felicity fiasco), but come on. Dan's hair is horrible. It's starting to look a bit like he's channeling the Upper East Side version of Kenny Powers. And if you don't know who Kenny Powers is, you are missing out on something delightful in life. Go rent Season 1. Your boyfriend/husband will thank you. And me for telling you.
Time in. Anyway, the spa is awesome. That was my only pool day and due to my phone not working and one of the girls I was with having a penchant for the "see and be seen" lifestyle (which, unbeknownst to me, took the other four girls to Liquid, aka, the club pool), I ended up only getting about 45 minutes of late afternoon sun. But that was fine, as I got to read a lot and just relax. And then I went back up to the spa to shower and get ready for dinner.
Thursday night was supposed to be our "big" dinner night. The parents of one of the girls we were with are members of the Foundation Room at the House of Blues and they made reservations for us. It's a reaaaaally long story, but after a lot of drama, six of the ten of us ended up taking this ridiculousness to dinner:
Yes, it's a stretch Hummer limo. Because that's necessary. The extra dumb parts of this: we didn't bring alcohol with us and we literally just went straight from Aria to Mandalay Bay. No cruising up and down the strip or anything. Thus, why do six people need a limo? Originally, all ten of us were looking for an easy way to get everyone down to dinner at the same time, but a LOT of drama ensued and in the end, only eight of us went to dinner. While we waited for the last couple to arrive, we enjoyed the views of the strip:
Pretty awesome, right?? Sadly, this was not the best meal I've ever eaten in Vegas, but to be fair, I've had some really good meals there, so maybe it was unfair of me to walk in expected something that would make me remember the food forever. Four of the eight plates were good; the other four were just... not. But the company was great, and that's really what matters. We were at dinner for a looooooong time and towards the end of our meal, drama from the missing couple started to heat up again so we all went back to Aria to try and help calm things down. That actually resulted in everyone going to bed around midnight, which was probably better in the long run. I will say that Frohn Dancis is a REALLY good friend and he and the Redhead totally took one for the team that night with regards to the drama that was going on.
Friday morning, L and I decided to walk down the strip and enjoy the pretty weather (the weather, btw, was SO AMAZING - sunny and warm, but not too hot and not too cold. Perfection). The Ps had gotten up early, too, and had ended up at Paris, so L and I met them there and gambled a little bit. Then we all meandered on down to The Venetian to meet two other couples for brunch at Bouchon. But don't worry - we did stop on the way so that the boys could take a picture with a Transformer.
So back to Bouchon. This was the food and beverage highlight of the trip for me. It was just so good. The setting is so nice and quiet and private (we ate in the courtyard several stories up) and the day was just gorgeous. The Manhattans were freaking awesome. I have no pictures of anything we ate or drank because it was too good to stop and snap away.
After that, we grabbed cabs and went to the Stratosphere. Yes, the Stratosphere. (And yes, this was definitely one of the weirder trips to Vegas for me and L.) Anyway, The Redhead had never been to Vegas before and she loves rollercoasters, etc., so she wanted to go ride the rides there. So off we went! The Redhead, L, Mrs. P, and Frohn Dancis all went up to partake in adrenaline-rushing activities, while Mr. P and the Ks and I all gambled a bit. Mildly awkward moment: when the craps dealer kept on referring to me as Mr. P's wife and to him as my husband. (Back story: we dated briefly a long time ago and we're totally good friends now, but we rarely discuss our previous relationship in a straightforward manner. It's usually always references in passing to an event that happened or something we did together, but we talk about the event or thing, not about us. This came after Mr. K made really awkward, pointed comments to me the night before about how Mr. P and I used to date... it was just a lot of unnecessary awkwardness for me.) No amount of mentioning that my husband and Mr. P's wife were supposed to be coming down from the rides soon could dissuade the dealer from believing that we were together. Anyway, the Ks got bored and went back to Aria to take naps, so Mr. P taught me how to play roulette, so that was fun. Sadly, neither of us won much. Once our other halves were done riding rides, we all headed back to Aria so the boys could all watch the Baylor/Xavier game.
The ladies, on the other hand, took advantage of that time to lounge around and get relax and leisurely get ready for our dinner that night. I managed to make it down just in time to catch the last quarter of the game, which happened to be the first time during the entire trip that I had seen the Gamblor, and I even got some bonus points for supporting L's team by throwing on a very classy BU fake tattoo on my left shoulder. It should be noted that I was definitely wearing a one-shoulder dress. Yes, I'm one classy chick. But it was funny and it washed off, so I was willing to look ridiculous for one night in Vegas if it could make L and his friends laugh. I meant to take a picture but I totally forgot (of course). But I did manage to get a pic of a delightful sidecar that I sipped on while waiting for all the girls to appear for dinner:
Dinner was at L's favorite casual restaurant in Vegas: Firefly. The Redhead, Mrs. P, and I all thoroughly enjoyed the sangria.
After dinner, the Ps and L and I headed back to Aria and the other couples went to see a show. The Ps ended up winning quite a bit of money (yea for them!), while L and I decidedly did not.
Saturday was spent playing craps at the Monte Carlo with the whole group. I found that in the days leading up to our trip, L had spent time thinking up things he could yell for different rolls. The best one was what he decided for a hard ten (hard ten = two fives). What did he yell? "CEDAR FEVER!" Yes, it's stupid but it's totally funny, especially when you're not expecting it. (There's also a little bit of logic to it... both words have five letters, just as each dice has five dots for a hard ten roll.) Also it's especially funny if you actually know what cedar fever is. FYI, most people in Vegas don't know what cedar fever is and, as such, looked at us as though we were foreign anytime anyone in the group made reference to rolling cedar fever. The best was when Frohn Dancis threw $10 on the table, looked the dealer in the eye, and said, "Ten dollar cedar fever." He got a blank stare in return, to which Frohn explained it was a hard ten. You probably had to be there for any/all of that to be funny, but I assure you it was hilarious.
Anyway, it was a long, strange trip to Vegas. L and I both agreed it was neither of our favorite visits, but it was just so nice to get away from work and not have to worry about anything for a few days and it was great to see some good friends and hang out. And that was Spring Break 2012.
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