Left work around 5, stopped at the liquor store for dry vermouth and blue cheese stuffed olives, mixed a Tanqueray No. 10 martini, popped open the laptop for another couple hours. Ruminated on feelings about my work week that were soon drowned in gin. Consumed leftovers. Darryl came home from work around 8 to get weekend provisions. Darryl attempted to make a Mexican martini with said provisions (and failed), I mixed a Bombay Saphire martini and we sat around the house until my parents arrived and joined us in cocktail hour. Let me just say, working late on a Friday is kinda lame. Having martini hour with your spouse on a Friday night at home rather than fighting crowds at resteraunts and bars = awesome. Try it this weekend. Thank me later.
For breakfast I mixed up these babies for breakfast for the fam and then my dad, Darryl, and Christine and I headed up to Liberty Hill where we got to do all sorts of exotic things like judge a BBQ cookoff, and learn to rope goats, and drink Crown on tap.
Saturday night was a combination yard work/meat coma/tummy ache, as you could have guessed.
We all went to brunch at Taverna and had yummy beignets, which reminds me, need to get the hubs down to New Orleans some time soon. Haven't been in ten years! I NEED some Cafe Du Monde. Also the many drunk texts from friends at Jazz Fest helped to enhance that nostalgia, but I digress. Sunday I picked up a couple things for our trip, such as this snappy fedora at the Gap:
And these sunglasses at Old Navy