Rewind to last weekend.
Friday night drinks with friends and AB. We met up with one of his best friends for the first introduction and it could not have gone better. His buddy and I totally clicked and I could tell that AB was proud to be showing me off. Then we headed to two separate bars in the same area to see people we knew that were out. I cannot tell you how much I LOVED this. There is no reason for me to stand there bored with his friends when I want to be with mine two blocks away, and vice versa. We both made an appearance to say hi to the other person’s group then did our own thing. Perfection I tell you.
Saturday we went to our favorite coffee shop that we’d like to think consider us to be weekend regulars before I headed out for a much needed haircut/retail therapy/getting talked into an entire suite of Laura Mercier skincare filled afternoon. Later that night we endured ALL THE HEAT at the baseball game. Seriously brutal felt like middle of July two in the afternoon heat. After seven innings (because I’m the best girlfriend ever and did not complain) we were losing and AB was hungry so off we went to grab some dinner.
This is where things got interesting. The guy that owns this private cocktail club where we chose to go has sort of an odd history with me. He’s slept with one of my good friends (who I used to frequent his place with) and this winter tried to put the moves on me once or twice. AB knew all of this going in and didn’t have a problem with it but this guy’s actions were absolutely ridiculous the entire time we were there. AB is a member and the atmosphere is supposed to be very familiar and client centric… Cocktail guy never came over to the table to greet us together but rather waved and smiled at me upon entry, winked at me as he walked by over AB’s shoulder, and waited for me to be walking back from the restroom before grabbing me for a hug/chat away from our table. Let’s just say that AB did not have a happy about any of this and sent a letter Tuesday morning canceling his membership. I felt awful about the whole situation but he was great in reminding me I hadn’t done anything wrong and the other guy’s behavior was the problem, not that we’d had a flirtation in the past.
Sunday was simply incredible. We drove about an hour and a half away to this gorgeous bed and breakfast on a sustainable farm. Since we arrived early for check in we borrowed bikes and rode down the river where we had a picnic in the shade and laid on our blanket sharing a bottle of wine for a few hours. I’ve never had an afternoon like that but it was more wonderful than I had imagined it would be. Later we walked through the uptown area and met a few local artists we hope to reconnect with at the Art Fair here this summer. I couldn’t help but get a little smitten thinking of the two of us (eventually) picking out pieces together for our future totally hypothetical home. We stayed the night at this amazing home and the next morning there was a thunderstorm rolling in that made me wish we could hang out all day snuggled up and reading together. First trip as a couple? Check!
Upon arrival Monday afternoon back home we had a barbeque to prepare for and had a great time cooking and getting the condo ready for everyone to come over. We had about twelve people in and out and just the right amount of burgers. At about 10:30pm the beer was low, the hosts were tired, and everyone was wrangled out the door. I loved playing hostess with AB and it was so fun that both my brother and fiance as well as one of his sisters and her girlfriend were able to join us as well as an eclectic group of friends.
Whew. We packed a lot into our three day weekend but it was an absolute blast. No matter what we do I always find myself on Sunday night (or Monday, in this case) wishing for an extra day with AB. There’s something pretty special about that if I do say so myself!
