No leisure in sight!
My mom's visit was really great. I think it was better she stayed in a hotel because then we weren't around each other 24/7, thus eliminating the threat of getting on each others nerves.
Mom and I went shopping Friday evening when she got it, and she bought me shoes (black flats, just what I've been desperately needing for work) and a cute sweater just in time for the fall breezes we've been getting lately. Then we grabbed coffee at LeMonde and shared a scone and muffin to tide us over until dinner. Aaron treated Mom and I to dinner at the Cheesecake Bistro. Sadly, it was not as tasty as usual, but still just as expensive. I think we were all full, but disappointed in how our meals came out. Tsk tsk, I've never been mad at Cheesecake Bistro before. Then I dropped Mom off at her hotel and passed out for the night.
The three of us went to the pool in the morning-- they relaxed while I swam my laps. After we showered, we grabbed lunch at Stop 9. Once again, I found the meal disappointing. The coffee was good, but the bagel was dry and tasteless, and our black beans lacked the cheese topping we're used to. I guess nothing will compare to the first time Aaron and I went there. I'm guessing they've not had a lot of business and must be cutting costs. The first time they went, they told us the bagels were fresh from NY, called H&H bagels. I've noticed that since then, they've switched to a different kind... a less good kind. Anyway, I ate, but was disappointed.
Mom and I went shopping for groceries and spent well over $200 getting supplies for this dinner she wanted to cook. She started cooking at like 3:00 and didn't stop until 7:30. I'd say the result was great. My neighbor came over and some of my friends came over, and it was a delightful little dinner party. And I do mean little because our apartment is 420 sq. feet and even with opening up the doors and making people sit outside, it still felt crowded.
Sunday, my mom went to church with Angie, then I whisked her away to Wow wingery to watch the Saints game with Aaron, Mark, Linda, and I. I ordered a rice and vegetable bowl, sans chicken. Halfway through my somewhat lame lunch, I noticed little bits of chicken. I told the waitress, and she's like, "oh! that comes pre-cooked that way. I guess the chef didn't pick all the chicken out." I sort of just looked at her with my mouth hanging slightly open. When my mom explained to her that I am a vegetarian, she took it off the bill, but I was already disgusted. We left shortly after, both of us annoyed with the poor service and lame food. Once again. What the eff? New Orleans is usually awesome, but I feel like everytime I took my mom out to eat it was awful.
We toured Old Gretna, stopped in a coffee shop. I picked at a muffin with hot chai and my mom and I had the heart-to-heart talk that I've been meaning to have with her since August. We shared a lot, apologized for a bunch of things, sorted stuff out, and figured out our boundaries. We both feel a lot better about our relationship and I feel secure in knowing that as a daughter I have not disappointed her with my choices in life. I also feel secure with my choice of moving in with Aaron, knowing she's not condemning me. And that she loves him like her own son. Her exact words: "He's a good man, you've chosen well." We went and saw "The Secret Life of Bees" at the theater later that evening, which I thought was really great. She got popcorn and poured a ridiculous amount of "butter" sauce on it. I ate some of it, and I'm guessing that the combination of that, plus my chicken-y lunch, made me really sick. I awoke in the middle of the night, and *ahem* spent way too much time being ill in the bathroom. I called in sick the next day and spent the whole day sleeping and nibbling on toast. My stomach still hurt yesterday too until about 7 pm. Anyway, Mom got home fine Monday evening.
I was hoping for a very relaxing weekend after such a whirlwind. Aaron and I have busted our asses for the past couple weekends getting the apartment finished. Well it's finally finished (pictures, soon, I promise) but there appears to be no restful weekend in sight.
Saturday alone I have three parties to attend, and Sunday I have a baby shower to go to an Voodoo fest since Aaron got me a day pass. (The City Life just got booked to play Voodoofest.) I have a long day at work friday for a fundraiser we're throwing, and there was a show I wanted to go see Friday night. I might have to skip though and take care of my perpetually exhausted self.
Last night, my old boss/friend from my phon-a-thon days was in town, so we met up with her at Port of Call. It was so fun to hang out with her, and I look forward to her visiting once a month now that she's got new clients here. I didn't get home until after midnight. I sound so lame, but I've gotten into the habit of going to bed early since I've been trying to get up earlier. This morning I was late for work because the snooze button was all too tempting. Whoops.
Tonight I'm supposed to get my butt to the gym again, renew my membership, and then shower, make dinner, start laundry/clean, and find time to meet up with K-Ferg to play some pool at the bar. I suspect another late evening.
Hmm, maybe Thursday I'll get a night to do nothing.
Don't get me wrong, I'm looking forward to this weekend, I just wonder if its actually possible to do it all!
Mom and I went shopping Friday evening when she got it, and she bought me shoes (black flats, just what I've been desperately needing for work) and a cute sweater just in time for the fall breezes we've been getting lately. Then we grabbed coffee at LeMonde and shared a scone and muffin to tide us over until dinner. Aaron treated Mom and I to dinner at the Cheesecake Bistro. Sadly, it was not as tasty as usual, but still just as expensive. I think we were all full, but disappointed in how our meals came out. Tsk tsk, I've never been mad at Cheesecake Bistro before. Then I dropped Mom off at her hotel and passed out for the night.
The three of us went to the pool in the morning-- they relaxed while I swam my laps. After we showered, we grabbed lunch at Stop 9. Once again, I found the meal disappointing. The coffee was good, but the bagel was dry and tasteless, and our black beans lacked the cheese topping we're used to. I guess nothing will compare to the first time Aaron and I went there. I'm guessing they've not had a lot of business and must be cutting costs. The first time they went, they told us the bagels were fresh from NY, called H&H bagels. I've noticed that since then, they've switched to a different kind... a less good kind. Anyway, I ate, but was disappointed.
Mom and I went shopping for groceries and spent well over $200 getting supplies for this dinner she wanted to cook. She started cooking at like 3:00 and didn't stop until 7:30. I'd say the result was great. My neighbor came over and some of my friends came over, and it was a delightful little dinner party. And I do mean little because our apartment is 420 sq. feet and even with opening up the doors and making people sit outside, it still felt crowded.
Sunday, my mom went to church with Angie, then I whisked her away to Wow wingery to watch the Saints game with Aaron, Mark, Linda, and I. I ordered a rice and vegetable bowl, sans chicken. Halfway through my somewhat lame lunch, I noticed little bits of chicken. I told the waitress, and she's like, "oh! that comes pre-cooked that way. I guess the chef didn't pick all the chicken out." I sort of just looked at her with my mouth hanging slightly open. When my mom explained to her that I am a vegetarian, she took it off the bill, but I was already disgusted. We left shortly after, both of us annoyed with the poor service and lame food. Once again. What the eff? New Orleans is usually awesome, but I feel like everytime I took my mom out to eat it was awful.
We toured Old Gretna, stopped in a coffee shop. I picked at a muffin with hot chai and my mom and I had the heart-to-heart talk that I've been meaning to have with her since August. We shared a lot, apologized for a bunch of things, sorted stuff out, and figured out our boundaries. We both feel a lot better about our relationship and I feel secure in knowing that as a daughter I have not disappointed her with my choices in life. I also feel secure with my choice of moving in with Aaron, knowing she's not condemning me. And that she loves him like her own son. Her exact words: "He's a good man, you've chosen well." We went and saw "The Secret Life of Bees" at the theater later that evening, which I thought was really great. She got popcorn and poured a ridiculous amount of "butter" sauce on it. I ate some of it, and I'm guessing that the combination of that, plus my chicken-y lunch, made me really sick. I awoke in the middle of the night, and *ahem* spent way too much time being ill in the bathroom. I called in sick the next day and spent the whole day sleeping and nibbling on toast. My stomach still hurt yesterday too until about 7 pm. Anyway, Mom got home fine Monday evening.
I was hoping for a very relaxing weekend after such a whirlwind. Aaron and I have busted our asses for the past couple weekends getting the apartment finished. Well it's finally finished (pictures, soon, I promise) but there appears to be no restful weekend in sight.
Saturday alone I have three parties to attend, and Sunday I have a baby shower to go to an Voodoo fest since Aaron got me a day pass. (The City Life just got booked to play Voodoofest.) I have a long day at work friday for a fundraiser we're throwing, and there was a show I wanted to go see Friday night. I might have to skip though and take care of my perpetually exhausted self.
Last night, my old boss/friend from my phon-a-thon days was in town, so we met up with her at Port of Call. It was so fun to hang out with her, and I look forward to her visiting once a month now that she's got new clients here. I didn't get home until after midnight. I sound so lame, but I've gotten into the habit of going to bed early since I've been trying to get up earlier. This morning I was late for work because the snooze button was all too tempting. Whoops.
Tonight I'm supposed to get my butt to the gym again, renew my membership, and then shower, make dinner, start laundry/clean, and find time to meet up with K-Ferg to play some pool at the bar. I suspect another late evening.
Hmm, maybe Thursday I'll get a night to do nothing.
Don't get me wrong, I'm looking forward to this weekend, I just wonder if its actually possible to do it all!