This past Friday, The Boy took off for fairer climes, leaving me alone for a week while he runs amok trying to get where he’s going in spite of the transit system in the UK. What does a girl do when her husband leaves her to run off to another continent? Well, apparently she crams her schedule full (albeit full of individually mellow activities) so that come Sunday night, she’s exhausted at the very idea of the workweek being here already. What all did I get up to?
Karaoke. I’d pretty much accepted that I’m the only one in my circle of friends here who actually thinks that singing in public could be fun, until I asked Poker if he’d come with me. He wasn’t overly enthusiastic, but he did recognize the possibility of fun being had. And had it was! Friday night was, by far, my worst night singing-wise, so it’s probably a good thing we had to leave early to make it to the…
Martial Arts B-Movie. The local “we’ll screen whatever we feel like” theatre was showing oldschool Jet Li, and it seemed like a pretty good way to kick off a week of boo-hoo-ing and moping without The Boy. Was it? Absolutely! It was such a refreshing change to watch a movie with substantial fight scenes, all filmed in clear, bright light — like the director actually wanted us to see the action! The plot was negligible, and the soundtrack… occasionally overly cacophonous, but overall, it was very enjoyable.
Yoga. I’m ridiculously proud of having kicked off my Saturday with this, since I didn’t get home from the movie until around 2. Admittedly, it was yin yoga, so not your most active or demanding class, but something that I find I’m enjoying as a weekend morning starter. I’ve always liked yin — finally! someone encouraging me to hold stretches as long as I can, rather than as long as I want to! — but rarely made the time for it myself. Also, this way I feel that I’ve “earned” brunch when I get back.
Bread. Saturday was sort of mellow and sunny all day, which was a nice accompaniment to a host of baking and fridge-clearing that I did. I made roughly two months worth of challah and got a number of domestic details tidied away before heading off to…
JP’s 30th Birthday party. It was a surprise party — so much so that the poor lad had been abducted for the festivities. I’d been a little nervous about going since, after all, these were mostly friends of The Boy’s from university: I was merely an acquaintance. Still, I was encouraged to go, and am very glad I did. Not only did I have a wonderful time catching up with everyone (a wedding will occur in summer 2011!) but I also found a beer I like! (It’s the Boullion à la Chaudière if you’re curious.)
Happy soon-birthday JP! He’s looking oddly grey-haired (umm, and blurry) in that light; he’s much more youthful in person, I assure you.
Brunch. The way all good Sundays are supposed to start. I hit up the east side of downtown, where Poker whipped up a tasty brunch and I sat around messing with his playlists. (Really. I just brought bread.) We played a couple rounds of Guillotine before I had to run back west for…
Volleyball practice. In a squash court. After some initial comments about the importance of having the girls improve their performance while on their knees, we got down to business. Umm, volleyball-related business. This was probably much-needed and proved to be a fun way to wind down the weekend. My legs are a little stiff now, but I do feel that there was some improvement in basics, and it was fun to see everyone outside of the games before heading home for dinner, which was…
Lasagna. I chose to finish up my weekend by constructing a couple lasagnas for to freeze, and by tossing together the leftover components into one for myself. The proof is in my staggered eating, folks: lasagna may taste good straight out of the oven, but it improves tremendously with time left sitting on the counter for the flavours to meld together.
Hopefully you all had satisfying weekends too?