So it seems my mood - and the weather - has done a complete 180 over the course of a week. Last night, A. and I went out for dinner at Brgr and I was just a giggly mess. We spend an hour munching on yummy burgers and fries, flipping through a travel magazine and singing along to pop music. Okay, so maybe the last part was just me, but I'm sure he was singing on the inside. "Baby! If this was our first date, what would you think of me?" I asked, perhaps a bit too eagerly.
"That you were crazy," he calmly replied. "I wouldn't even let you see how to get to my house. I'd just blindfold you there and back."
Thanks, kid. Let's see if you still think that when you see me in my BAM! outfit for our date this evening.
So what are you sillyheads doing for the weekend? It's gorgeous outside so we might walk around the West Village, grab some happy hour drinks and pop in for dinner somewhere, anywhere. We're wild like that.
As for the weekend, mine is pretty much open, which means I could very well spend my sunny days in Central Park wishing I owned this bookshelf tower or lived in this Swedish town house. I'd have a whole wall full of seize-the-day activities. Or I could dream of a festive party with pop-the-balloon invites. Actually, scratch that. Popping balloons makes me nervous. These would be a much calmer approach.
I'd just lie there on the grass hoping for mini gardens in my mailbox and entertaining dreams of flight. This would be the story of my life and these would be the perfect treat while I waited for the rest of the world to catch up to me.
Heh, or maybe I could just entertain myself with this package from Mr. First instead.
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