As I write this on Sunday evening, I'm feeling a bit under the weather -- not sure what's up, but I've got a low grade headache that doesn't seem to want to leave me alone. This is a pity, because if I were really on top of my game, I'd tell you about the awesome weekend we had.
I would tell you the story of the impromptu date night Marcus and I had Friday night, when on the spur of the moment, we found this highly rated Chinese restaurant in Houston's Chinatown, standing room only (and we were the only non-Asians in the joint, which I took as a good sign), and we ate ourself silly with some of the tastiest, spiciest food we'd had in a long time;
Or I would tell you about how Marcus, Alex and I returned to the very awesome Stash bag company on Saturday night, and after doing a bit of shopping, we settled in for an intimate living room acoustic performance by singer/songwriter Sarah Jaffe, and I would tell you how she charmed the hell out of us with her soulful voice and beautiful lyrics;
Or I would tell you that my sister Natalie and her family came into town, and how we spent Sunday lazing about in my parents' back yard, and I'd share the amazing dinner that Natalie and her husband John cooked for us (her spinach salad was not of this earth).
I would tell you all of these things, but because I'm a little tired and achy, I'm going to turn in early and get a good night's sleep. I suspect I'll be as right as rain in the morning.
But really, it was a pretty fantastic weekend.