this past weekend, i got a little bit of a break
from the stresses of article technique and cocktail waitressing.
Peter's truck pulled into my driveway 15 minutes after i got home from my last class of the week on Thursday evening. having a long distance relationship can be hard sometimes, so it's an incredible treat when we can afford a weekend together. for those 15 minutes of waiting, i paced my room and ran to the window every time i heard a car accelerate the hill, even though i knew it wasn't him (i learned to distinguish the sound of Peter's truck in high school). i'm such a puppy sometimes.
thursday night, we went to kickboxing together,
afterward, he surprised me with a present
- this book
(he knows books are my favorite presents-- especially when they're to do with england)
friday night, i had to work at pockets
, so we took advantage of the day.
we went to new leaf
for brunch and then to grocery shop, because my kitchen wasn't stocked enough to feed the bottomless pit that is Peter's stomach. we bought fresh local veggies and ingredients for quiche. with a call to his mom and a little of our creativity, we created a mushroom/broccoli/spinach/italian cheese quiche. it was seriously good... as in the most delicious meal i've ever had... maybe because we have mad skill, or maybe because it was made with love. either way, Peter and i have decided to quit school and open a place called Cafe Quiche (just kidding, mom). but seriously, i hope that name isn't already taken...
on saturday, we slept in, had breakfast on the back porch at 2pm, and watched shows in bed.
on saturday night, we had our first house party!
in honor of roomie Amber and roomie Sierra's birthdays!
(aren't they pretty?!)
(i'm not sure why ^this happened, but i'm glad it did.)
there's a rope swing in my back yard that i adore.
while Peter and i waited for our second quiche to cook, we played outside with Luna (Amber's pup) and did some major swinging. when i asked Peter to push me, i expected a generous push. what i did not expect, was for him to pull me back toward him and run and push me so hard that i flew right over his head. i didn't realize how long the rope swing was, but i felt like i swung the entire length of my backyard (which is huge). i think i peed a little the first time i looked back and noticed i was flying past my backyard gate. i screamed out of fear and excitement, and nervously laughed for him to make it stop.
but after i caught my breath,
i asked him to push me again.
and again. and again.
because sundays are for swinging.