Another weekend has come and gone. Usually I have a couple of delicious restaurants to write about at the start of a new week, but I slacked off this weekend and didn’t take any pictures in order to do so.
I went to Vinoteca, a wine bar in the U Street neighborhood, Saturday night and had a pretty terrible brunch buffet yesterday. The wine bar would be worth a review, but I was with a girlfriend and got caught up talking and didn’t pay as much attention as usual.
I also did the socially acceptable thing and went to a Super Bowl party last night. I really don’t care about the NFL, and didn’t have an interest in it either way but I was cheering for the Ravens since they’re an East Coast team.
Even though a part of me would have preferred to be on my own couch ignoring the whole production, the massive amounts of snack food I consumed, Beyonce’s performance, a few good commercials and the close finish made me glad I watched it (even though the black out caused me to miss the Flaming Lips commercial).
I’ve been far more social this winter than I expected. I tend to be quite a curmudgeon in the winter months and avoid human interaction like it’s the plague, but this year I’ve found myself leaving the house to go places almost every weekend.
And even though it’s hard on my sleep and my waistline, I’m glad I’ve broken the mold and avoided hibernation. It’s made the crappiest season of all go by rather quickly.
We’ll see if this keeps up now that we’re a few days into my least favorite month.
Seriously, what’s good about February? Other than the fact that it’s the shortest month of the year, the answer is nothing.
I woke up this morning with a cold, which is further proof that February is for the birds. The disease carrying ones, obviously.
But there are only 23 days left and then it’s March, which is practically Spring, which means I can stop wearing pants.
Let the countdown begin!