I’m normally away at least one day out of every weekend, so it’s always kinda neato cool to waste two whole days in the city. Granted, I have the rest of the week to do the same thing I would do on the weekend, what with being sans job and all, but regardless.
Anyhow, Saturday the milliner circus freak and I hung at my place for a while, eating tomatoes and boccocini on the balcony, before heading off to meet her folks, who treated us to an amazing supper at Ouzeri. We then drove them down to the Old Port for them to see the Cirque du Soleil’s Dralion show. Got to hang in the VIP tent, drinking free booze and chewing on little crudités. Gosh, there are advantages to having a honey-bunny who works at the circus.
Sunday, I come home, do a bit of stationary cycling while the Tour de l’Ile is passing in front of my place, and then we head off for Ikea to look for furniture. Since it’s a nice day, I’m thinking that sangria would go down well. On further thought, we opt for margaritas, which turned out to be incredibly strong. Made tandoori chicken for supper, drank, made salty buttery popcorn, and settled down to watch “The 25th Hour.”
Yeah, I could get used to this.