I’m not all about Valentine’s Day. I never have been. I’m more into Friday the 13th. Thirteen is my lucky number and I kinda like embracing a day others find superstitious. As such, I’m going to pretend the evening Alan and I spent together last night was to celebrate the 13th, not the 14th of February.
Friday nights are typically pizza and laundry nights, and last night was no exception. Except that we didn’t do laundry. We drank wine, ate pizza and cake, and watched Futurama: Into the Wild Green Yonder (pretty funny), and Alan gave me a dozen pink and red roses. I hope that I can expect similar treatment every Friday the 13th.
Today has been a relatively full Saturday. We got up early, and I read for about 3 hours, watched this week’s 30 Rock (pretty funny) and My Name Is Earl (meh), and Alan and I went out for Dim Sum. We found an all you can eat Sushi & Dim Sum place, August 8, which was excellent, especially after a disastrous previous experience involving all you can eat sushi. After our lunch, we checked out some waterfalls on the mountain – Felker’s Falls and Devil’s Punch Bowl, and investigated some green space we couldn’t identify from our apartment. When we got home, I finished my book (quite good) and watched last night’s Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles (Shirley Manson sorta rocks). Now I’m considering watching the first episode of Dollhouse, or starting another book.
The only disappointment was that my Mom was supposed to come visit this morning and help me finish my quilt, and she had to cancel because she hasn’t been feeling well. However, the quilt isn’t going anywhere and I know there will be a better day to finish it up. Expect reviews for the book and maybe some of the other media later.
[...] think I’ve mentioned before that I love Friday the 13ths. They rock. However, I must acknowledge that so far, today has sucked. I was sick yesterday with a [...]