Friday {Week in the Life}

Friday morning, I awake yet again to my alarm buzzing on my phone that rests in the hallway.

I fire off my Thursday {Week in the Life} post, realizing yet again that my weekdays don’t really make for good blog fodder.  Realizing it’s time to head to work, I pull on my favorite spring work dress, a colorful vintage pieces that was my mom’s back in the 1960s.  It’s almost on the side of “too-wacky-and-vintage” for my rather straitlaced office environment, but not quite, especially not on a Friday.

There’s craiglist furniture-to-sell and bags of wedding stuff cluttering the living room, but that’s life. I snap a photo anyway.

~insert tiring workday here~

At 5:30 pm I realize that my eyeballs just can’t stare at numbers and dollar signs any longer, and I head home.

We’re joining friends for dinner tonight, so I detour by my local wine shop, the Vienna Vintner, to grab a bottle or two of wine.  I’m a huge fan of this wine shop – Victor, the owner, is always willing to help me choose just the right wines at whatever price point I need, even though I most likely am one of his cheapest customers.   I also can’t resist some getting some chocolates for Ryan. Sadly, only 60% of the chocolates make it home alive. . . as the others are already consumed by yours truly.  Well, at least it’s a 60% gift for him. 😉

I have just enough time to change clothes before we head out the door to Falls Church.  We make a pit stop at another wine shop, Red White and Bleu, to pick up some yummy cheeses and charcuterie.

Our friends live in a tidy, modern little condo in downtown Falls Church.  I was stoked to see that CC, who also did the bulk of the planning for my (not-yet-blogged-about) bridal shower, has reused some of her DIY decor for dinner that night.

I’m also thrilled to see that she’s reused some of the copper vases she used in her wedding.  They had the most gorgeous wedding flowers ever, using upcycled copper vessels collected from thrift stores, etc.

We have a delicious dinner.  We visit with our friends.  We come home well-fed, well talked-out, and ready to sleep in the next morning.   Because Ryan keeps telling me, after all, that that’s what Saturday mornings are for.