Par-tay!
Okay, so I've literally done, like, nothing today. I mean, I went out to Target and got a pedicure. That was something. Oh, and note to ladies getting a pedicure: if you decide that you want to do this, remind yourself that you should probably shave your legs before you go, because when you roll up your pants and then they put lotion on your legs, you don't want to come off like an icky tree-hugger type. Unless you are. And then that's okay.
Not too much going on. It's nice to have a weekend with nothing going on. I, literally, am doing nothing this weekend. We're probably going to go through the closet tomorrow because Wes has had this crazy revelation that he wants to dress better for work (*smirk*). He's got plenty of nice shirts, trust me. He just never wears them. We're going to have to go through everything and donate what he doesn't wear anymore. He's so funny; I love when he gets these ideas about things he wants to do. Like, I could tell him something eighty-thousand times, but he'd never listen to me, but once he decides it's his idea, well...
I suppose most of us are that way when it comes down to it, aren't we?
I think he's starting to get self-conscious about his gray hair because one of the other branch managers at work told him he looked older than one of our bosses (who is 36, I think?) Wes is 29, and he became noticeably upset when I told him, if I didn't know him, I'd think he was 37 or so. Don't get me wrong, I love the man, he could be totally gray (hello, Anderson Cooper?) and I'd still love him. But, a little color would make him look probably 10 years younger. I don't think he'd ever take the time to get that done, though -- he'd have to get his hair colored at least once a month or more. That's a lot. It would be funny to see what he'd look like, though. Maybe more like when we were first dating, haha.
Yesterday, we went to dinner at Tramonto's Steak & Seafood. It's a really nice place, the decor is gorgeous, the staff was courteous, if not a little traditional (the hostess insisted on giving the coat-check ticket to Wes, and then sort of looked at me a little odd when Wes said I would be the host for the table -- i.e., order the wine). Then, when the sommelier delivered the wine, he immediately looked to Wes to taste the wine. I suppose that's just a habit; probably most men "host" the tables. I always order wine and most of the food when we go out to dinner. Wes doesn't want to have anything to do with it. Consequently, though, sometimes, I feel a little out-of-place, or dumb when we're at a nicer place. I don't know how to explain it, I'm just not at ease in really formal situations sometimes. So, yeah. Whatever.
Dinner was pretty excellent all-around. Honestly, I wasn't impressed with the foie gras appetizer that I had, it was mixed with a sweet something - maybe pineapple, I can't remember, and can't upload the menu - and then was served with an orange marmelade-esque sauce and two toast pieces. It was... all right. Not worth it. We both ordered steak and mine was good, cooked well, served with a red-wine sauce and herb butter, which, I swear to heaven, just made the steak. I am so using herb butter on every steak I make. WOW. We also had sides of goat-cheese potatoes au gratin (Wes said it tasted like macaroni, ha!) and steamed broccoli with a Fontana cheese sauce, which was excellent. For dessert, we shared a creme brulee made (or overseen) by the accomplished dessert chef Gayle Gand, and it was, honestly, one of the best creme brulees I've ever had. And I've eaten a lot of that dessert.
Dinner, then, overall, was good, but after we ordered everything (including the Ken Wright wine and the after-dinner drinks), it topped $200, which is a LOT for dinner. Wes decided we're not going out to dinner again any time soon. Yeah. That is a lot for one dinner. It was good, though. I'm still thinking about that steak. Mmm.
Tonight I made [grass-fed, organic] burgers with bleu cheese and (for me) a little Neuvo Leon hot sauce, and it was so excellent, wow. I also made myself a little impromptu caprese salad -- you know when you just get a taste for something in particular? Well, that's what I was craving; I had to pick up the ingredients for that today. It was excellent. So great when you can make yourself a meal that you really like. Probably not the most super-healthy dinner ever, but man. Tasty.
I think I'm going to get myself some ice cream (new, light! Haagen-Daas, yes! Another craving-purchase of mine today - cheap at Target, BTW). And then I'm going to write something I've had sitting in my head for the last couple days. Whoo. Exciting.
On a final note: I've found the perfect, super-cheesy CD I'm going to play at my next party. It's a great mix of recognizable and obscure "party" songs that I found myself squealing over three out of five times. That is some fun stuff. It's an import CD I got off my Amazon wishlist. I will not reveal the name of the CD, lest my friends try to Google it and talk me out of not playing it at my next party. That's right, bitches. You're stuck with my crappy party music tastes.
Not too much going on. It's nice to have a weekend with nothing going on. I, literally, am doing nothing this weekend. We're probably going to go through the closet tomorrow because Wes has had this crazy revelation that he wants to dress better for work (*smirk*). He's got plenty of nice shirts, trust me. He just never wears them. We're going to have to go through everything and donate what he doesn't wear anymore. He's so funny; I love when he gets these ideas about things he wants to do. Like, I could tell him something eighty-thousand times, but he'd never listen to me, but once he decides it's his idea, well...
I suppose most of us are that way when it comes down to it, aren't we?
I think he's starting to get self-conscious about his gray hair because one of the other branch managers at work told him he looked older than one of our bosses (who is 36, I think?) Wes is 29, and he became noticeably upset when I told him, if I didn't know him, I'd think he was 37 or so. Don't get me wrong, I love the man, he could be totally gray (hello, Anderson Cooper?) and I'd still love him. But, a little color would make him look probably 10 years younger. I don't think he'd ever take the time to get that done, though -- he'd have to get his hair colored at least once a month or more. That's a lot. It would be funny to see what he'd look like, though. Maybe more like when we were first dating, haha.
Yesterday, we went to dinner at Tramonto's Steak & Seafood. It's a really nice place, the decor is gorgeous, the staff was courteous, if not a little traditional (the hostess insisted on giving the coat-check ticket to Wes, and then sort of looked at me a little odd when Wes said I would be the host for the table -- i.e., order the wine). Then, when the sommelier delivered the wine, he immediately looked to Wes to taste the wine. I suppose that's just a habit; probably most men "host" the tables. I always order wine and most of the food when we go out to dinner. Wes doesn't want to have anything to do with it. Consequently, though, sometimes, I feel a little out-of-place, or dumb when we're at a nicer place. I don't know how to explain it, I'm just not at ease in really formal situations sometimes. So, yeah. Whatever.
Dinner was pretty excellent all-around. Honestly, I wasn't impressed with the foie gras appetizer that I had, it was mixed with a sweet something - maybe pineapple, I can't remember, and can't upload the menu - and then was served with an orange marmelade-esque sauce and two toast pieces. It was... all right. Not worth it. We both ordered steak and mine was good, cooked well, served with a red-wine sauce and herb butter, which, I swear to heaven, just made the steak. I am so using herb butter on every steak I make. WOW. We also had sides of goat-cheese potatoes au gratin (Wes said it tasted like macaroni, ha!) and steamed broccoli with a Fontana cheese sauce, which was excellent. For dessert, we shared a creme brulee made (or overseen) by the accomplished dessert chef Gayle Gand, and it was, honestly, one of the best creme brulees I've ever had. And I've eaten a lot of that dessert.
Dinner, then, overall, was good, but after we ordered everything (including the Ken Wright wine and the after-dinner drinks), it topped $200, which is a LOT for dinner. Wes decided we're not going out to dinner again any time soon. Yeah. That is a lot for one dinner. It was good, though. I'm still thinking about that steak. Mmm.
Tonight I made [grass-fed, organic] burgers with bleu cheese and (for me) a little Neuvo Leon hot sauce, and it was so excellent, wow. I also made myself a little impromptu caprese salad -- you know when you just get a taste for something in particular? Well, that's what I was craving; I had to pick up the ingredients for that today. It was excellent. So great when you can make yourself a meal that you really like. Probably not the most super-healthy dinner ever, but man. Tasty.
I think I'm going to get myself some ice cream (new, light! Haagen-Daas, yes! Another craving-purchase of mine today - cheap at Target, BTW). And then I'm going to write something I've had sitting in my head for the last couple days. Whoo. Exciting.
On a final note: I've found the perfect, super-cheesy CD I'm going to play at my next party. It's a great mix of recognizable and obscure "party" songs that I found myself squealing over three out of five times. That is some fun stuff. It's an import CD I got off my Amazon wishlist. I will not reveal the name of the CD, lest my friends try to Google it and talk me out of not playing it at my next party. That's right, bitches. You're stuck with my crappy party music tastes.