Okay, this weekend I think my neighbor finally finished his latest project. You know, like six months later. At first I thought it was another shed, but now I'm not sure. Church? Ha. (It's the yellow one. Never mind my rusty piece of crap shed in my yard). He is now making flower boxes (I think?). Will the hammering ever end. But really, how many sheds do you need?
Saturday we celebrated our friend's bday and went out to a cocktail bar in Los Gatos (ooh being so fancy over here). The main bar was packed, but they had a heated tent set out in the beer garden, so we sat out there. The drinks were fantastic, and I wanted to eat a pail of their home made pickles. Found out one of our friends had never eaten an artichoke from the bud before, just as hearts on a pizza. It was funny seeing one try to figure it out for the first time. You live in California, how is this possible!!!
We then headed over to the store to get more alcohol and fixings for the next days dinner. Drunk grocery shopping is interesting.
We made more drinks at home, played mad libs and rockband, and my drunk ass passed out on the cushions.
The next day people came back over for football and wrestling (which was the Royal Rumble?) and more magic.
I made baked potatoes for everyone which came out great, I mean, how can you mess that up? You can't. Bob says we need to make the potato a yearly thing, like a tradition. So he kept yelling "happy potato day" and insisting that next year we have to have a potato head carving contest.
It was pretty exhausting to be honest, and as much fun as I had I need a quiet weekend!