What a delightful little weekend I had. Kate was so kind to come visit for a few days. We drank too much, laughed too much, ate too much, didn't shop enough...It was just an overall wonderful weekend of excess. It reminded me of how nice it is to have friends. Sometimes I forget what that's like. It's weird how you go from having an abundance of people to hang out with in college, sometimes too many in fact it feels like because it can get complicated traveling in packs of 25. And then poof! one day they're all stripped from you and you suddenly find yourself having in depth conversations with your dog about how beautiful Pandora's wedding was and whether or not Emma Stone would be your friend in real life... I just think we'd really hit it off.
It's a bit blurry, but that's how I prefer photos in the winter.
Sipped drinks from 95 floors up at the Hancock building. "Hancocktails" -Chris
And had a little night cap at home with Harlow as we waited "patiently" for our pizza and fries to arrive. Longest 25 damn minutes of my life!
After Kate left on Sunday I layed on the couch for the next six hours. I waited until the last possible minute to go to the store to get stuff to make Super Bowl snacks. Chris was going to make his infamous Super Bowl dip: Velveeta, hamburger, chili beans, jalapeños, onions, arm fat and a side of muffin top... I'm getting hot and bothered just thinking about it.
Very healthy.
And I made my own version of Super Dip: ice cream Oreo suprise. It's very difficult to make: Purchase an Oreo crust, ice cream (I went for the Dreyers LIGHT Cookies and Cream because I was so obvi trying to eat healthy today), fat free Cool Whip, mix half ice cream and half cool whip together and smooth into crust. Drizzle with chocolate syrup. Eat until your stomach hurts.
As my mom would say, it's a very "light" dessert.
The two of us layed on the couch in full-belly discomfort as we watched the Patriots lose. Every time the TV flashed to Gisele in the VIP box I reached for another spoonful of Super Bowl dip and ate my feelings away one chip full of cheese at a time. "It's okay, we're all ugly compared to them," was the only comfort Chris offered as he noticed me eating away my insecurities.
I was mostly sad to see the Patriots lose because I, like the rest of Nebraska, was rooting for little Rudy Woodhead. What a burst of inspiration that one is. Maybe next year Danny, maybe next year.
As for today, I'm just trying to get through another Monday one latte at a time. The Valentines cups are out so that's exciting... It's the small things that keep me from jumping out of my window at work.
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