This weekend was a good one. I attended my school's fancy benefit auction on Friday night, where I perfected the art of schmoozing, indulged my fair share of pomegranate-infused champagne and munched on shrimp cocktail and artichoke croquettes.
On Saturday, we made our weekly pilgrimage to Trader Joe's before riding our bikes to the tennis courts. After working up a sweat and an appetite, we picked up a couple of burritos and brought them home to enjoy with beer and requisite Cinco de Mayo chips & salsa.
Around midnight, I was feeling weirdly restless and wide awake, so we pulled on sweatshirts and went for a long walk in search of a super moon sighting. Mr. moon didn't quite feel like detangling himself from the clouds though, so we ate juicy strawberries out of ziplock baggie and decided that the middle of the night is our new favorite time for a hand-in-hand stroll.
We slept in on Sunday before heading out to our town's biannual food & craft fair. I delight in street festivals: there's something undeniably nostalgic about them.
I feel ready to take on the week ahead since I spent the majority of Sunday afternoon catching up on work and end-of-the-year projects. I can't believe I just said "end of the year:" we officially hit the one-month countdown today. Where in the world does the time go? Peony season already? I can't handle it.