Well that weekend went by too fast. I was feeling a little
under the weather (as I do every year when the season starts to change) so
nothing too crazy happened. Friday night we went up to Level8 to grab a couple
of drinks and watch part of our wedding band play during happy hour. On the
plane back home from New York (after he had just proposed) the first thing
wedding that we discussed was definitely having a live band rather than a DJ.
We chose the same band that played at his brother’s wedding last fall, Southern
Satisfaction, and after hearing them again Friday night we got so so excited.
So we pretty much stayed until they stopped playing. Here’s a little sneak
peak:
When we got home that night, I decided it was time to make a
birthday cake for my friend Meghann who’s birthday brunch was the next morning.
It was delicious in spite of the fact that I was 7 Samuel Adams Oktoberfest deep. (To make my
strawberry box cake taste homemade I substituted almond milk for water and
melted butter for oil. Call me Paula Bean.)
Meghann just got a new puppy, Lily, and Sarah brought her
new puppy, Hank. Bo was pretty angry at us when we got home that afternoon and
would not stop sniffing me with this angry Bo-face.
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| Baby Lily getting cuddles from Aunt Lori & Hank Wiliams below with his favorite Aunt & Uncle |
We were going to go to the FSU game that night but because I
was feeling sick-y and it was pouring outside, we stayed in and ate chicken
wangs and tried not to get angry at ESPN3 for not streaming the game perfectly. But duh, FSU won. (Oh, and Brady & the Bean (my team) won in Fantasy Football this week!)
Sunday was pancakes at the house, laundry and rewatching
Hunger Games, and a couple of hours at the office before a trip to Publix and
grilled cheese & soup for dinner. We suffered through an hour or so of the
Emmy’s before I went to bed. And by go to bed I mean read my book until
midnight when M.E. came in and told me I was going to be pissed in the morning
that I had done that... But it just got good!! Anybody else read ‘The Historian’by Elizabeth Kostova?
