Just a Tuesday

This weekend was B.'s birthday, so we did some celebratin'. On Friday night, I made this recipe, and it was so bland and tasteless that I felt like I was eating chunky, meaty water. I dumped tons of garlic powder, some cayenne pepper, some salt, a couple of bay leaves, and some black pepper in it after the first round, and it was better as leftovers. So that was disappointing, though the store-bought garlic bread was tasty. I made these brownies as a special birthday treat, but they weren't as good as I'd hoped they would be for a prize-winning recipe. I thought that the butter/brown sugar mixture made the bottom (the peanut butter cookie dough) too soggy, and the potato chips tasted stale. They weren't disgusting by any means, but they did not knock my socks off. We watched Notes on a Scandal, and while I appreciate the talent of Blanchett and Dench, mostly this movie just grossed me out and annoyed me.

On Saturday morning, we went out for a breakfast of egg sandwiches on homemade biscuits with bacon and cheese and a side of grits over the newspaper. He had his new coffee and deemed it a hit. Then we went to the planetarium because it was too hot to even think about being outside and watched a movie that was alternately very cool and very motion sickness-inducing. We had po-boys for lunch (me: shrimp, him: roast beef), and I dropped him off for his birthday massage. Later that afternoon, we played Scrabble and had a fancy dinner of red snapper topped with lump crabmeat (me) and pork loin with orange slices and blackberries (him) along with a couple of Sazeracs and went to see Knocked Up, my favorite part of which was the Cirque du Soleil Mystere scene because I had not a dissimilar experience while watching that show.

The next morning, there were more biscuits and eggs and cheese for breakfast, and we bid each other adieu. I mowed the grass, went over to Maryelizabeth's to visit for a while, met my dad at yoga (where I felt the entire time like my wrists might snap in half, ow, sun salutations can suck it), and spent the evening doing a whole lot of nothing.

Now I'm sitting here obsessing about painting my hall or foyer something like this color or this color, watching the two delightful Rosie and Ross videos, finishing Austenland (very cute book), scouring the Internet for the Spring Awakening Tony performance because I somehow deleted it from my TiVo, contemplating going on the South Beach Diet, renting World War II documentaries from Netflix, watching Diggers, and trying to find a new book to read. Suggestions welcome.