It’s been almost a week since I last wrote so now I feel like a total slacker. I thought that it would be a good idea to just catch up on the last few days because our last Skype session was full of Skype kisses and not much talking. (Speaking of which, it was so different Skyping during the day. I did not appreciate the multitude of interruptions… But I’ll take what I can get.)
Wednesday
I think we are pretty up to date with the majority of things that happened on Wednesday. Caitlin and I had a coffee date scheduled. We picked up our photos at the photo place (unfortunately, mine were the only ones that were ready), then we headed over to the only cute cafe in Bergen County. (I am a little ashamed to say that most people in Bergen County are more than satisfied with just Dunkin Donuts. Okay, I like Dunkin Donuts coffee, but not for anything espresso.)
After that, Caitlin convinced me to go to the mall with her to indulge in window shopping. Her favorite store was having a sale on underwear and she swore that we were just going to look. Well that didn’t happen… but you already know that.
But we didn’t stop there. We made another trip to another mall to do even more window shopping. We were able to resist this time, even if I really liked what I had tried on in the dressing room (of which you have photographic evidence).
I cooked dinner and practiced baking the shortbread tarts that night for Iya’s party. Nothing too exciting, except for the fact that the tarts were really, really yummy.
Thursday
Moz bribed me into volunteering at Pride Agenda on Thursday afternoon. True, I did need to finish my volunteer hours (I think I’m finally done with all 30!!!) so I went into the city around noon. I worked for three hours stuffing envelopes. Nothing exciting, really.
After work, Moz and I walked over to Brookdale to drop off a very tiny, bite-sized tart for Kwame. We hung around for an hour in the courtyard just chatting and catching up. Kwame’s been really busy this summer so I haven’t really had a chance to talk to him. I told him you were away in Mexico at the moment, among other stuff, and he replied saying that our life sounded a bit like the beginning of Y Tu Mama Tambien. Hah.
Moz and I forgot to bring an umbrella (I didn’t even know it was going to rain that night) so we left before the rain could start. We timed it just right for our dinner reservation at the Fancy Restaurant, A.K.A. Gotham Bar & Grill.
Fancy Restaurant is quite special to us because:
- It kick-started our annual birthday tradition of going to a fancy restaurant with our friends Mae and Lore. Ideally, we are supposed to go to a fancy restaurant once a year to get cultured and try fancy food… It seems that we are too foodie to just do it once a year.
- It was the place that I first tried and fell in love with foie gras.
- Last time we were here, Moz was vegetarian, which meant that she kind of missed out.
It was a good dinner overall. I don’t know if the food exceeded my expectations of that first time, but we were both very satisfied with our meal.
Friday
Friday was not exciting. I caught up on work for the majority of the day until Moz got to my place for a sleepover. I started to bake the shortbread tarts for the party that night. Mom loved the tarts the other day so much that she made me double the recipe – which meant that baking was going to take me a long time. The tarts are surprisingly easy to make, but the process is time-consuming.
I had milkbar cake. It was delicious.
I can’t even remember anything else that happened that day because it was that dull. I know I went to bed extremely early because I was so tired from baking. It is hard work!
OH. Friday was the day that I Got Mail. That was the best part of the day probably.
Saturday
Oh goodness. Saturday was so busy. I knew I was going to eat a lot later that day so my breakfast consisted of coffee with two slices of buttered toast with blueberry preserves. Knowing my usual breakfast habits, you probably can guess that I was not much of a happy camper about that. But I was too busy to be grumpy.
Right after breakfast, I started baking the rest of the tarts right away (I think in total, it took me six-ish hours to make 2 and a half dozen tarts). While the tarts were baking, I made a large batch of black beans (not complicated, but my mom wanted me to make them). Once the shortbread tarts were finally finished, I set about filling them up with the lemon cream cheese filling and garnished with fresh blueberries. I helped out in general in the kitchen with cooking. By the time the party started at two, I spent four hours in the kitchen that morning and I was starving.
I spent the rest of the day eating and drinking with family and friends so that lifted my mood.
(I told Iya that you give her your best… she replies, “That’s it?” Diva as always.)
(Also, I told my mom about your Diva Trifecta comment. She totally scoffed and said, “I’m not a diva!” She sounds just like me. :P)
(Yes, as usual, family asked about you. :P)
Sunday
We had a really, really yummy lunch at the Cuban restaurant that Iya worked at. It was a small good bye party hosted by her boss and family friend. The food was really good. (You already know about lunch, but I was too distracted by you to really give much details when we Skyped that day.)
I got to watch the Spice Girls during the Closing Ceremony of the Olympics. That was exciting. I was totally a Spice Girls fan, not going to lie. I know all the words to a few songs, and I was totally belting them out when we went to the karaoke place last week.
And now…
Okay, if I had known that you were going to be at the airport for so long, and that there was a possibility that you would not get wifi at all, I WOULD HAVE STAYED UP TO TALK TO YOU ALL NIGHT. ;( (Winky sad face smiley… that’s right.)
But I guess there’s no use pouting over it now.
I do hope you find a way to communicate sooner or later. I might just go crazy if I don’t hear from you until the 24th. For the mean time, I am going to keep sending you pictures, texts, emails, etc. so you have something waiting for you in every inbox imaginable. (Uh, I hope that sounds more cute and less stalkerish.) I am constantly thinking of you and my sporadic messages are just a bit of evidence of how much I do.
Okay, this is probably my longest post so far, but it is my fault for delaying writing for so long.
I miss you, as always.
(I am trying to resist starting a countdown for your return… I am failing.)
P.S. In a perfect world, I would proofread before I post. But I am too lazy. This was a long post. Excuse any typos or grammatical errors.