For the past few months, Saturday mornings have mostly consisted of waking up early and either driving into DC to select or staggering through the county to a PD opportunity of some sort. In other words, I’ve been making extra money. It’s taxing, as it minimizes my weekend to that of the Japanese- 1 day. We’ve been trying to maintain somewhat of a social life, but so far we’ve been anything but successful. Over our dead bodies were we going to let our tired, overworked minds convince us to stay home this Saturday.
We are lucky to have great neighbors that make the type of friends that can pick up where we left off, regardless of if it’s been one day or one month. Seeing as Saturday was not only Cinco de Mayo but the Kentucky Derby, it seemed appropriate to have a proper reunion, complete with enchiladas in front of Churchill Downs, margaritas and mint juleps, and, of course, croquet (just because). It was one of those go to bed with a glass of water and ibuprofen fêtes. It was the stuff from which weekends should be made.
I’ll have another… no pun intended.
Fresh margaritas and homemade enchiladas, The Kentucky Derby… and croquet.
The best way to wind down from a crazy day (or week) is around the kitchen table with best friends, sharing stories and laughs until you can’t keep your eyes open any longer.
And if you let life slow down, you can see the most beautiful, ordinary, tiny pockets of this earth….
*Filed under Social Life*