it was
A fantastic weekend, yes.
Saturday was full of hurry and rush and then a wonderful calm before the storm. Multiple people, multiple dogs (and the best "hi how are you?" butt-sniffing I have ever witnessed), multiple babies, no kitty trauma, few things broken, TOO MUCH MEAT THERE I SAID IT. I had sips and sips of the very best tequila I have ever tasted. There was drool-worthy bourbon. There was laughing and happiness and I (mostly) set aside my usual MO of running around like a monkey on crack to talk to my guests. My neighbors had a party, too, and there was some really nice blending of the two camps. I think we’ve adopted one of their friends, the one who made tandoori chicken using his mother’s recipe, the one who gifted us with some homemade chai that really was as spectacular as he said it would be.
Sunday was quiet and mellow, a walk to stretch legs sore from standing too long the day before (how did I work service and retail jobs before?) and a movie and deep, warm sleep.
Yesterday we went a-motorcycling up north, through gentle twisties and little towns, finding a hidden picnic bunker and a gem of a butcher shop (meat and yarn in the same shop? Yes please!). Homecoming was the BBQ afterparty, a little cluster of us grilling more of the meat that never saw the grill on Saturday night and telling stories and drinking wine and being happy because this? This was a good weekend.