What a nice weekend we had! Absolutely one of the best I can remember…or maybe I’m just looking back on yesterday with rose-colored glasses?
Friday night I met some girlfriends out for sushi and wine, leaving T at home to play Call of Duty to his heart’s content. T, his brother, my brother, and our brother in law all play online so it’s hard to be annoyed with all the machine gunning in our house right now because it feels like it’s some sort of futuristic family bonding. Either way, Friday night was very “to each his own”, which kicked off the rest of a weekend full of hanging out together.
Saturday we were getting ready to go enjoy the UNC v NCSU game. Trying to decide how best to display my “BEAT NCSU!” pin that I’ve carefully preserved for about 7 years now, while T was sporting his red polo with the block S emblazoned on it’s front. We were heading to a bar for the game, in an attempt to keep the negativity of this rivalry out of our happy little home. One foot out the door and we received a call from my brother, who had a friend with 2 extra tickets! Off we go…straight to Chapel Hill to watch UNC play NCSU in the Dean Dome! These games are hard for me, since as much as I want my team to win (and win they did!), I have to watch T be almost distraught over the poor performance of the Wolfpack. I spent what felt like the majority of the game discussing with T the pitfalls of NCSU’s defense and trying to bolster him to cheer because “You don’t know what could happen! The game isn’t over yet!”. He wasn’t really buying it though…
That night we went to Jujube for a little Triangle Restaurant Week dinner and drinks. Headed next door to Bin 54 for some of the most creative cocktails I’ve had in a while. The night ended in my terrible, no-good attempts to master Spades. My team (SIL + I) lost fairly miserably but what a lo-fi way to spend a great evening.
Sunday kicked off with brunch at Parker & Otis with my sister and her boyfriend, and then…NO FOOTBALL! The all-star/pro-game thing was on so T had no desire to watch that.I asked very sweetly if we could please not go home just yet and maybe spend some time walking outside and enjoying the sunshiney, warm day. He decided we should make our first trip to the Sarah P. Duke Gardens. And what a fantastic idea that was. We found a field of yellow grass, with 4 or so other couples sprawled out in the sunshine and without conversation or hesitation I laid my jacket in the sun and we flopped down for a 30 minute nap in the 70 degree sunshine. In January. I kicked my shoes off and tried to soak in as much Vitamin D as possible.
Home again, home again where I mopped and cleaned while T played more of his video game. We grew restless around 4 pm and decided we needed to get back out there. Cut to Tyler’s Taphouse in the American Tobacco Campus where I pulled a pack of cards from my purse and we played Gin Rummy and Egyptian Rathskeller until we’d had enough liquid courage to go see Black Swan.
In a quiet moment, sitting at the bar by ourselves at 6:00 pm on a Sunday I realized that these are days and weekends we should try to remember and document. To look back on with happy memories of the quiet times and inside jokes we get to share between the two of us. Slow weekends with no agendas. We still have a good deal of time ahead of us before these sorts of days are long gone, but there is a feeling that our time existing as 2 people without much responsibility is fleeting, and should be appreciated more than just in passing.