Finding ourselves in Chinatown (or what's left of it) before the game we stopped at a Chinese place for a quick dinner before watching the Capitals lose to Columbus. Sigh. They've been playing so well and then this week lost two in a row.
We were just going to head home but couldn't resist stopping for dessert and I was shocked (shocked!) at the amount of people out at a restaurant at 10pm. Am I that out of it that I don't even realize people go out on a Friday anymore? I don't even have a kid yet and I'm already old and lame.
The rest of the weekend has been relaxing and boring. Grocery shopping, cleaning, cooking. Man, do I live on the edge. I went to the library yesterday but only checked out books pertaining to labor and how to live through it, so if anyone has any suggestions for some good fiction reading I would love to hear them. Lay it on me, ladies.
(Edited to add: Argh! Shelly, why didn't I read your comment on my last post before Friday night?? Ha!)
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Always Elizabeth Berg. Especially her older books. I can reread them a hundred times and not get bored.
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