Joey and I played hooky from work yesterday to have a date day. We decided to put a fun spin on the day and start using up some of the gift cards we have collected over the last few years and have "Gift Card Monday." Basically, we could do anything we wanted all day, but we had to use a gift card. Fun, right?
We started with coffee from Starbucks--the perfect start to any morning! We didn't have any gift cards for "brakfasty" places, so we went home and Joey made breakfast for us. Toad in the hole on sourdough. Mmmmm. Also? Next time you make bacon, do it in the oven and sprinkle a little bit o' cinnamon sugar on each piece. Thank me later.
Then we used up some movie gift cards and saw "Silver Linings Playbook." As an aside, I thought the movie was terrible. I do not get all the hype it's gotten--especially related to Jennifer Lawrence. She's annoying. And yes, I'm already preparing myself for the hate mail.
We broke the gift card rules only once, and that was our next stop. We've been putting off ordering the tile for our backsplash since, oh, August, and finally got around to it. It's amazing what you have time for when you're playing hooky!
After that, we lunched at P.F. Changs and I was again reminded of why we only go to Pei Wei. But, we used a gift card so no love lost.
Ater that it was time to pick up our little nugget and have a nice, relaxing family night. I could get used to days like yesterday!
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Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Hockey people confuse me.
Specifically, my husband.
Last night, for instance, we had the pleasure of attending a Detroit Red Wings hockey game. They were great seats given to us by a friend, so naturally Joey was beside himself. Like a kid in a candy store. Peeing his pants, almost.
And then the game started.
I was the only female within a 50 mile radius of our section, and also the only person not providing a personal blow-by-blow of the game. They all talk to themselves! And when they think they're being extra smart/witty/funny, they say things louder to ensure others around them can hear and be impressed by their profound sports knowledge. Joey may or may not have also performed a magnificent solo air guitar number between the 1st and 2nd periods. This is how evolution happened, I'm sure of it.
In the end, the Wings won, I had beer and nachos and made a new friend. Aka the douche next to me that was texting his girlfriend the entire night about how "epic" her boobs were. Yes, this happened.
Additionally, I'm horrible at cell phone self-portraits. And I like beer.
Last night, for instance, we had the pleasure of attending a Detroit Red Wings hockey game. They were great seats given to us by a friend, so naturally Joey was beside himself. Like a kid in a candy store. Peeing his pants, almost.
And then the game started.
I was the only female within a 50 mile radius of our section, and also the only person not providing a personal blow-by-blow of the game. They all talk to themselves! And when they think they're being extra smart/witty/funny, they say things louder to ensure others around them can hear and be impressed by their profound sports knowledge. Joey may or may not have also performed a magnificent solo air guitar number between the 1st and 2nd periods. This is how evolution happened, I'm sure of it.
In the end, the Wings won, I had beer and nachos and made a new friend. Aka the douche next to me that was texting his girlfriend the entire night about how "epic" her boobs were. Yes, this happened.
Additionally, I'm horrible at cell phone self-portraits. And I like beer.
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