Food, Fun and Flooring

Oh what a lovely weekend!  It's fitting that Monday dawned with a healthy dose of fog in the air to lend a grey cast to my feelings of mourning now that Colby is back to his long days at work and I... have a house to clean.

We kicked off the weekend with a Friday out on the town in downtown Charleston.  It has been over a year since the last time I went out to a bar--well, excluding my visits to NYC to visit my sister, because vacations don't count--just to "go out".  And before that, well, it had probably been another year.  We've just definitely left that part of our lives behind us, and we're both pretty okay with that.  But one of our college pals was in town for the week with his squadron, and by gosh and by golly, we were puttin' on our fancy shoes and venturing out into the night.  We started out with a delicious seafood dinner at Hank's Seafood, then headed over to the upstairs deck bar at Henry's on Market Street.

Initially, we felt young and spry with our energetic, going out selves, but as the night wore on, we felt as though we aged with each passing minute.  Evidently, the Charleston bar scene is a little... um... fancier (sluttier?) than the Baton Rouge college town bar scene I cut my teeth on.  The girls were all wearing barely there minis--cut up to here and down to there.  Their hair was teased.  They turned up their shrill giggles to 11, and they skulked among the fighter pilots with talons extended and breasts bared as much as public decency laws will allow.  By the time midnight rolled around, Colby and I were sending emergency eye signals to one another, silently plotting our escape.

Saturday greeted us with a beautiful blue sky and perfect spring temperatures (please, no one tell Charleston that it's still only February), and I managed to drag myself out of bed at a decent hour so that I could meet a friend at an adorable little restaurant/antique shop in historic Summerville, This Whole House.  It was a delicious lunch with great company, and I was glad to squeeze in as much time as possible with her since she'll be leaving me soon for greener Air Force pastures.

When I returned home, our taxes had magically been done, inserting a tidy sum of money back into our pocketbooks.  One of the very few benefits of Colby's job is that tax time is always a very happy one for our little family.  Sunday, we stayed pretty low key, just making a trip out to Lowe's because we cannot go a full month without giving them our money.  We also watched the Oscars and I was very happy about all of the Best Actor/Actress/Movie winners, and lusted very openly over Anne Hathaway's stage looks--more specifically the blue Armani Prive and the red Atelier Versace.  God.  Gorgeous.  

However, the best part of Sunday was when the man of the house entered into a verbal agreement that we need to replace the hideous, crud infested carpet downstairs.  I am pretty sure that was legally binding.  HUZZAH!!!!!  Small victories, people.  Small victories.

Comments

[Old Warrior]

I've noted over the years that any failure to dramatically, forcefully, and adamantly oppose a general discussion of potential modifications to the yard, house, or vacation plans constitutes a legally binding agreement to proceed with all haste. Those are apparently in the constitution of Venus. Martians don't read Venusian so it is impossible to verify or effectively refute.

[Christie]

I'm glad Anne Hathaway chose to pass on the coordinating Armani bike helmet. ;)

[Julie]

Going back to college area bars always shocks me. Even when I was in college, it shocked me. Put on clothes people!

[Brittany]

Well, it's official: I don't think I'm ever going out in downtown Charleston. Occasionally, some fellow Navy wife suggests it, but I'm beginning to think after reading this, that I'm far too old. (And, well, pregnant, but that's besides the point! I'm old!)

[Thoughts Appear]

I really enjoyed Anne Hathaway's dresses as well. I also found myself wishing I was one of those women on stage who told the actors where to go.

[Old Warrior]

A dream for all of us, "Thoughts Appear."

I have a long list of actors that I would love to tell where to go!

[sophie]

I think I lost my love for the bar scene when I was just under 30. I did more than my share in college and the years soon after. Then I dated a few musicians that led to being in bars hearing them play. I still have the occasional night of excess, but it is always among close friends who are all fully clothed.

[Kate P]

The blue dress was my favorite!!! Happy new carpet!

[Lynndaue]

I'm glad you got that down in writing, because when Colby says, "I don't remember talking about the carpet," you can pull this up and say, "HA! You did. Here it is."

[Angela Noelle]

Yeah, that definitely would have lent more of a Marvin the Martian vibe to her look!

[Angela Noelle]

Seriously! And dang, they must have been cold.

[Angela Noelle]

Haha! Yeah, it's a fun every now and then kind of a thing, but I'm much happier at a restaurant hanging out with friends than observing the mating rituals of the single Charlestonian!

[Angela Noelle]

Oh, that works on so many levels!

[Angela Noelle]

Never show any sign of weakness! The Venusians will sense the gap in the armor and go in for the kill. We are heartless and efficient hunters. There is no constitution, just the law of the wild ;)

[Angela Noelle]

Yes, the clothes really serve to make everyone much more comfortable! Certainly warmer.

[Angela Noelle]

It was absolutely stunning on stage--like she was wearing liquid.

[Angela Noelle]

You make an excellent point! Maybe I'll print this out and tape it to the bathroom mirror ;)