Sweater & headband from Target; shorts are old; tights from H&M; shoes are thrifted; bracelet (which doubles as a necklace) is my own creation. Also, this was yesterday’s outfit. I am in grubbies today.
Oh, what a very long weekend it was, filled with nonsensical activities & lazy days. I adored it.
I had high hopes that the rainy weather would carry out at least until Monday (yesterday) but it didn’t last very long; the rain stopped as abruptly as it came. Although… the clouds & the biting breeze is still lingering even as of today. Nevertheless, Lover & I basked in the gloomy glory of our very long weekend & I am still trying my best to recover. After spending so much ample time with my husband, I am missing him today, now that we’ve both returned to reality, working, errand running, doing all the boring things grown ups tend to do. & here is where I let out a big & heavy sigh.
This weekend was spent close to home & doing nothing but enjoying each other’s company. On Saturday (which Lover dubbed “May Man Madness”) we watched a UFC fight & Lord, have mercy, that is some exciting mess to watch! I couldn’t believe how involved I was getting. Almost — dare I say? — emotionally involved. When someone got hit, I felt bad for him. When blood was gushing out of eyeballs, foreheads & skulls, I was cringing at his misfortune, but at the same time, squealing & shouting at the sheer barbarian-ness of this physical sport.
My goodness, some of these guys got worked; I mean, really messed up. & all the while, Lover & I were sitting practically front row & center, taking in all the action. We got ourselves amped up for this pay-per-view premiere (Lover was a wee bit more pumped than I was, I think) & bought so much junk food that we now don’t know what to do with it. We vegged out on In-&-Out grilled cheeses, with french fries & gobs of ketchup. We chugged soda & belched. Lover insisted that this event could not be without dip. So we bought 2 kinds: sour cream dip with potato chips, & a spicy cheese dip for Doritoes. It was then I insisted that this event could not be without candy. So we bought peanut butter M&Ms & I bought a rather large bag of Starbursts. We ate like greedy little kids, but we were acting like testosterone driven men. By the next morning, both of us were hurting, our stomachs queasy from all the excitement & gluttonous indulgence of the previous night.
It hurts my pride a little to say that I had so much fun that night. It hurts because I really do the best I can to be so very ladylike, & to think that I was belching, yelling (“Oooo yeah, man! He’s down! He’s down! Oh shit. Ahhhh! Did you see that? Did you SEE that?! What the fuck! Wooooo!!!”) pigging out like I’ve lost my mind & staying up even later to watch yet another display of manly packed action (Lover wasn’t ready to call it quits until we finished watching The Transporter 2, just to end the night right) … well, I feel almost ashamed of myself. But oh, it was so much fun.
But it wasn’t all May Man Madness, thankfully, or else we’d both be in junk food comas. We did a little shopping yesterday for our house — we bought 2 very fragrant candles — & attempted to go to Ikea, where we got lost, driving around in circles for an hour, before pulling over & asking someone for directions. By the time we arrived, we were starving (we hadn’t eaten anything but breakfast, due to our running around) & were halfway delirious. We saved ourselves from impulse buying this very comfy lounge chaise & an office chair, & after staying there for less than an hour, we eventually left empty handed & feeling faint.
What a weekend. Again, I must say that I am still trying to recover.