Drink sangria in the park…

Had a lovely day with Sky yesterday — we were so sick and tired of being sick and tired (and cooped up in the house) that we wanted to go on a trek. Sky had what was probably H1N1, so he’s been at home since last Saturday. We pulled on our boots, loaded ourselves with scarves and hats and gloves, and walked from Capitol Hill to the U-district. We had a totally average and expensive breakfast @ the Portage Bay Cafe (I’m always enticed by the Toppings Bar for the french toast and it never is as exciting as I think it’s going to be). Next we went to Hardwick’s Hardware store which is one of my favorite places to spend an hour. Then we moseyed over to the Ave and looked at shoes and other assorted stuffs. We ducked into the Henry to view the Polaroids: Maplethrope exhibit (which was small but sweet); I really liked an exhibit called “Sawdust Mountain” by photographer Eirik Johnson — photos of small town Washington that were perfectly composed and spare. After that we had some coffee and watched a movie (Gentlemen Broncos) that wasn’t very good, but still managed to pull me back into childhood with some pitch-perfect observations. Then we had burgers. Then we rode the bus home because it was raining really hard and we were tuckered out.

When we got home to our (nice, warm!) apartment, I finished up my first ever embroidery project. It took me two nights, but was really, really fun to do and surprisingly relaxing. It’s a little owl on a pillow for Sky!

I love fine days with my gentleman. I’m still caught of guard sometimes with how much fun we have together. I keep thinking that one day we’ll wake up and be sick of each other, but it hasn’t happened yet, and I kind of think it might not ever happen that way. Which is awesome. And also a little heavy, in a good way.