Guys, I need more dresses. My mother says that I don't need any more clothes, but I wear the two solid cotton shift dresses that I have to work just about once a week. My mall doesn't have an H&M yet, so I'm thinking about a trip this weekend, even though I spent way too much money at Zara last weekend. But I mean, dresses! Come on! What's more important than looking nice and feeling nice at work? (The answer, in case you were wondering, is nothing. Nothing at all.)
So this past weekend was fun. In addition to everything you guys read about in Lexie's post, I spent a lot of time on the bus during which a man snored in my ear for eight hours, bought gnocchi at Eataly, drank about a gallon of vino, and got asked if I was Colombian twice at a club. (???) All in all, a solid win.
It's good to be home though. I never thought I would pine for our pea-green apartment and our sticky leather couches, but I did. I was also glad to get back to work. My email inbox was like my little abandoned child, just waiting for me to soothe it and put it back in order.
I spent the day today eating the chocolate out of a couple of sample advent calendars and picking out what I want for lunch tomorrow. It's Administrative Assistant's day, and the salesmen in our office are buying all us girls lunch. I'm getting a broccoli cheddar personal pizza.
It's good to be home.