Does anyone else feel like they've been hit by a tranquilizer dart this week? Long weekends (in theory) are good for R&R. However, I always spend my time during them bouncing around so much that I never actually get to the 'rest' part.
^Wine + Mushroom Gnocchi = a happy Wednesday night
But rested or not, I wasn't about to skip my once a month standing date with my girlfriends for "Wine Club" which we had last night. We used to meet under the pretense of "Book Club" however, we could never get our reading simultaneously completed. Thus, we'd waste a lot of time hypocritically b*tching other members out for not finishing a novel even though we were the ones who were ill-prepared last month. So long story short, we cut out the middle man and our very regal community was reduced to just "Wine Club". Mehh, whatever. Being honest with ourselves deserves some credit too!
^Gloriousness at The Bent Brick last night.
So that's what I did last night, even though I was so tired. I'm a soldier, I know. I mustered up the courage to walk down the street and go drink wine at two local restaurants while gabbing with my girlfriends about life.
But truthfully, that's always something I'll try to make it to because the reality is that it's when we all do our best chatting and where I get to hear about all the little details in everyone's life that we miss as we envelop ourselves in our own little worlds on the day to day.
^Pinot Grigio at The Triple Lindy
No men allowed. Good Wine. Outstanding food. And a set three hours to focus on our friendships.
Exhausted or not: Count me in.