2.13

Completely crazy day at my full-time job makes me scared for working two jobs (how pathetic I know). If I’m not out and it’s 5:30 (not that I’m complaining, it’s just that I’ll HAVE to be at the restaurant by 4:30 pm CST at the latest when we are open) I’m worried slightly about what that will mean. I need to start practicing for longer days of work and shorter nights of sleep. Then again, I always thought about doing that before school started and it never worked.  Perhaps it’s simply one of those things where you cannot prepare for it, you cannot plan for it, you just have to put your head down and take it minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, and simply do it?

On an unrelated note, it's The Worlds Most Dreaded Holiday tomorrow. My favorite things being: the colors red and pink, balloons, candy, and flowers mean I've always been a fan of Valentine's Day. Uncool but true. JMS proudly told me this morning "I got you a Valentine's happy! It's from Fred's!" Please don't be jealous ladies.

I got him a book and made a card (bonus points for me!). Tonight we plan on eating lots of delicious cheese and drinking some wine and wearing sweatpants on the couch. Tomorrow we will both be working at TriBecca Allie. Nothing says romance like slanging some pizzas. 

2.11.2015

So, we are in the process of opening a restaurant. It is as terrifying and exhilarating as you might imagine. Being by nature an optimistic yet incredibly nervous human (if worrying were an Olympic sport I would totally win a gold medal) no one is more surprised than myself that I am not worried. Probably this is because I’m simply too dumb to realize how hard this will all be. Instead, I prefer to think of it as having such faith in my husband and his mad cooking skillz that I know it will work. That certainty is saving me from doubt. We might not be prosperous, but we will serve food we love, employ a few people, and I’ll finally be able to buy Prosecco at wholesale. Hopefully with goals as lofty as those we cannot help but be successful! 

We did it!

We are officially insane!

Let the adventures begin. . .

Drinks

Saturday eve pre-dinner drinks with friends. Rosemary simple syrup, fresh pink grapefruit juice, Hendricks gin, shaken with red grapefruit supremes. Top with prosecco and garnish with a sprig of rosemary. A trifle too medicinal tasting (and I fully realize I sound like an ass for just typing that statement) but very very close to delicious.

Served in new coupe/sorbet glasses/cups we picked up while junk-tique-ing all over Bruce Mississippi. Less than a dollar each and so thin and beautiful!

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Reason #9648843156 why having one bathroom sucks: when you misread the time on a wedding invitation and MUST shower, do hair, etc (as your on day four of "being green" as you like to call it---otherwise known as not showering) to be at reception ASAP, and your showered and coiffed husband beats you to it for his second shower of the day because ????

If you smell a wedding guest before you see her...it might be me. Sorry.

The Very Bad Idea

"Such a bad idea" is all that we (JMS & myself LUS) can say over and over. But, somehow, we can’t stop it from persisting in thinking it. What if we bought a house and opened a restaurant behind it? What if we did that? For someone as risk-averse as myself, just THINKING this way goes against everything I hold dear. I take pleasure in the small things. Things like putting the big fluffy down comforter on the bed when it turns really cold, the sound of the dog snorting accidentally, the perfect latte, when my favorite crappy song comes on the radio right when I get in the car, etc. My world is made up of microthrills. I recently bought a water bottle that, I swear to god, makes me happy Every. Time. I. Look. At. It. (It’s a s’well brand water bottle and despite the insane price tag, I love it SO SO MUCH. It keeps things cold for 24 hours or hot for 8 and it’s leakproof and just awesome in every way! JMS even said "I wish I had bought you that because it gives you so much pleasure I’d like to know I did that". But I’m a Beyonce-powered woman who buys her own damn neon pink water bottles, thank you very much.)

Anyway. 

We wanna open a restaurant. How insanely dumb is that? It’s so dumb my husband has a book he will never write titled “No, You Don’t Want to Open that Restaurant”. And yet … apparently there’s a sequel titled “La La La, I Can’t Hear You and Didn’t Read Your Stupid Book” and we own it and have dog-eared the heck out of it. 

ATL

Headed to Atlanta with my best girl for a relaxing weekend. On the agenda: fancy drinks in the fancy hotel bar, body scrubs and hour and a half long massages, shopping, champagne in the room, napping, and delicious meals out. To say I'm excited would be an enormous understatement. I am beyond thrilled and haw been waiting for this for weeks!!!!!

There's gonna be lots of this: (toasting and smiling, not wearing a million layers and a scarf)