happy anniversary to ME!








well, to paraphrase Tony Toni Tone: do you know what [Satur]day is? it's our anniversary.
ahhh, those Tonies sure knew how to lay down a smooth groove.
yes, Saturday was my one year anniversary with Thurston. to make it especially romantic, i got us some custom m&ms, which were not only sweet (in the figurative sense) but sweet in the delicious sense as well.

T was also very sweet (figurative again) and had made a dinner reso at Woo Lae Oak, the restaurant where we had our very first (official) date. i dominated on the bbq grill (as all aspects of the kitchen are my domain, even when the "kitchen" is a grill in the middle of the table) cooking rare for me, and hockey puck style for Thurston's refined palate. he accomplished his goal of making me cry (tears of joy, people. JOY!) at dinner with a romantic card.

ok, enough of the lame-itude. the rest of the weekend was filled with various errands, BBQs, and cleaning. on Sunday, i had lunch with an old sleepaway camp counselor. she and her husband (and little boy) are in the city to set up the New York outpost of their Chicago massage company, Windy City Massage. it sounds like a super cool company as it does high-end, residential massages. i can honestly say that this makes sense to me because, frankly, on the days i could use a massage, the last thing i want to do is drag my sorry ass to a spa to get one. (yes, i am lazy. one step down, eleven to go). i also got to lunch in a neighborhood i rarely visit, up by Columbia (see sorry ass: reluctancy to drag). come to think, that was my second uptown meal of the weekend.

Friday night was lychee martinis and pan-asian food in midtown east for an impromptu girls' night. after not drinking hard alcohol for a couple of months, my return to the sauce was less than triumphant. however, i did make it home in time for a midnight m&m binge. awesome.