I had the best weekend. On Friday I hung out with Porter, who is one of my closest and dearest friends. We watched Signs, which was scary, but interesting. Our new “hobby” is sewing. We had spent about an hour and a half in the fabric store cooking up ideas and picking out fabric. It was crazy! Then we went to her mother’s house to sew, but it was already too late so we sat there and talked about all of the people we knew who were having babies. The next morning we went grocery shopping and got a lot of “prepared” foods that were reasonably healthy for me. Then I went out to see winemonkey. I love my winemonkey!
We were scheduled to be at a party at 5 pm and we both still had to make our potluck dishes. We ended up making killer chicken satay and lime-rum-pineapple marinated shrimp that were the size of my palm (perfect BFL portion). However, it is hard to refuse winemonkey when he says things like, “Do we have to go to the party? I would rather just hang out with you all day. I miss you.” I mean REALLY! So hours went by before we went to the grocery store and we ended up being late to the party, which was fine because no one even cared. The party was thrown by and attended by people who I know through winemonkey. I hadn’t seen them for a really long time because he moved to a town between his old town and my town and now we never venture over the mountain. But it was a great party and we left early so that we could spend a little more time together. Then on Sunday he took me to the ocean. We went to Goat Rock Beach, which is about a half a mile from where the young couple was murdered on the beach. I didn’t even think about it at the time. We walked for a little while then we went and got an early dinner at Old Chicago’s pizza, which is where we went on our first date. All the while doing things that would make other people sick, like holding hands and whispering to each other.
All and all it was such a great weekend with so much love. Every time that I look at him I think how lucky I am to have met him and how glad I am that I waited 26 years to meet him. I still get the warm fuzzies just thinking about it!
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