Evan and I “celebrated” Valentine’s Day all weekend since he had Friday through Sunday off. First, we had dinner in Philly and then saw Deerhoof in concert.
Saturday morning, we went to the local diner for breakfast. I had out of this world French toast. And then we completed the oh-so-romantic task of groceries and errands (I returned some pants that didn’t fit, we got another $10 off the camera we bought last week and some free accessories because this week’s sale was better, etc.). We napped, watched movies, caught up on Top Chef. The only thing we didn’t get to do it play the Nintendo Monopoly game I got Evan for Valentine’s Day–or do our regular, competitive Boggle challenge.
By Monday, we both had to return to work. So my hot date Monday night? It was this baby:
And, boy, did he make me sweat.
Added bonus of a gym date on Valentine’s Day? Everyone else was out celebrating the big day with their sweeties. I got good parking AND my pick of ellipticals. And was home in time to shower before Jeopardy started.