Trashed and Scattered

So I actually had a lot of laid-back fun this weekend – I do know its Wednesday and almost the weekend again – although I now need sleep so badly I might burst into tears if anyone else tries to suggest I go out, have a drink, watch a movie, hang out, etc.

After picking Jules up at the airport, we stopped off downtown to buy her some clothes, then ran to my apartment so she could shower off the flight hangover – yes, I realize its only like, a three hour flight. We met up with some of my friends from work at a movie theater that serves martinis while you watch, to sneak in one last Oscar movie, (Venus, very enjoyable). Then we went out for appetizers at a Greek restaurant, followed by dinner at a sushi place, finished with cakes from a dessert-only establishment. Which, incidentally, set the tone for how all our food intake for the weekend would happen.

There was a visit to the EMP (music museum), more shopping, a winery tour, brunch with more friends, about ten or fifteen different restaurants (drinks and a small plate at each), and a brilliant (okay, drug-fueled) proposition to go visit Jimi Hendrix’s grave.

Add in a last-minute cup of coffee at the original Starbucks before the flight (the bum hanging out inside with us thought Jules’ bright silver/purple eyeshadow was fantastic, he said so), and that was that.

 Nick’s coming home tonight and I cant wait to get him into bed.