Diaphenia

After a big week of exciting announcements at work, it was time to celebrate-and I had the job of planning a fabulous fête and an absurd after-party. I was lucky to have colleagues who were excited about event planning, too, so I had lots of help, but Thursday and Friday were all about vendor confirmations, last-minute menu timing discussions and even a trip to McDonald's to pre-order 60 Happy Meals. I didn't have nearly as much fun as everyone else, because I was busy making sure things ran smoothly, but there's huge satisfaction in seeing an event go perfectly as planned-and your teammates get sauced. John and I finally tumbled into bed a little after 1am, and I don't know if I've ever been so excited to sleep.

Though I'd spent the evening soberly overseeing our event, John had imbibed a bit more and woke up on Saturday with a nasty little hangover. His one request? Pancakes. I was more than happy to oblige, and had such fun whipping up flapjacks, a food I think I last cooked when I was 12. After breakfast, John curled up next to me in bed for a nap while I hammered out some work. He took off for a run while I met up with girlfriends for brunch and some wedding planning, and though it was a bigger adventure than probably any of us had planned on, I was so grateful for these wonderful women and their help. I drove home to John just as our neighborhood was filling up with thick fog, and to make up for Friday's festivities, ordered up a whole bunch of curry, perfect for the chilly, wet evening. 

We were up early on Sunday morning and John cooked my favorite breakfast-poached eggs over avocado toast and roasted potatoes. Once breakfast was over and we'd finished our coffee, we both got down to work-John at the guitar, me at the computer. I squeezed in a workout before heading to the Mission for a blogging work session. After a productive afternoon, I headed back across town, picked up groceries and whipped up a big salad for supper. After dinner and an episode or two of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, we curled up with our work and headed to bed as it started to rain-a perfect Sunday evening.

Tell me, what were you up to this weekend? Doing a little spring cleaning perhaps, or braving a bit of unexpected winter weather?

Image by Andrea Hubbell, green and white bouquet from Southern Blooms by Pat's Floral Design.