The Weekend That Was

Lapful of cats
Though this photo is not from this weekend, it is reasonably illustrative of how I spent Saturday.

I pretty much only accomplished two things this weekend: going to sporting events and napping.

On Friday night, I kicked off the weekend at the Caps game with my friend Mary and my brother. It was not exactly the best game I’ve ever seen the Caps play, and they lost to the Flames in overtime. (Which was probably the most fun part of the game, because the new three-on-three format is kind of a mess.) I had a great time catching up with Mary, though, so that took the sting out of the loss.

Once I got home on Friday, I caught up on the situation in Paris, which is awful beyond words. That, and the attacks in Beirut, have made the world a sadder place. I wish I knew what to say about it beyond that, but… who has words that can soften the devastation of those communities?

(To be honest, it feels stupid to keep talking about my weekend. But that what’s this post is supposed to be about, right?)

Saturday is a bit of a blur. I ran out of coffee before having my normal amount, and as a consequence, I don’t think I ever woke up properly. I puttered ineffectively around the apartment all morning: I read a little, played some Words with Friends, tidied up the kitchen… nothing earth-shaking. I headed down to Eastern Market for lunch (my favorite crab cake, fries, and lemonade from Market Lunch) and to pick up a few things I needed for tailgating on Sunday.

All of this proved surprisingly taxing and upon getting home, I napped for a couple of hours. With the cats, as displayed in the photo above.

Today, I went to the Washington-New Orleans football game with my friend Alison. We tailgated beforehand with our friends Liz and Geoff and their kids, where I was the hit of the day with my food contribution: make-your-own mini-pizzas. (Inspired by the comment my cousin Kate left on the post the other day, so thanks for that!) It was an absolutely perfect fall day, just what you want when you’re going to be outside for six or seven hours.

The game was a lot of fun for a casual football fan like me — low on defense, so lots and lots of scoring. Washington won, 47-14, so it was a happy, fun crowd.

Not much to say about the rest of the evening. Laundry. Dinner (leftover mini-pizzas). Blog post.

Oh, and Hamilton. Because I can’t stop listening to it.

(For the first time in many months, sharing my weekend along with Karen at Pumpkin Sunrise.)