I'm on a BOAT

Weekend Shmeekend.  What a riot. Friday was tame.  After a rousing session of couple's therapy, The Boy and I enjoyed some fancy cocktails and crudo as we made our way home.  Who knew that 60 minutes with a married white guy in his mid 50's could be such a great start to date night? FUNNER.

Anyway, Saturday doesn't really count as a weekend.  It started off like a dream day (coffee, drive to the hangar, plane to sun valley..) but ended up like a day of work (business meetings, schmoozing, no booze, flying OUT of sun valley).  Somewhat disappointing. Snow on the ground and blazing sunshine made for a very tempting day in Idaho.  Plus, the fact that I recognized at least three other friends' planes sitting nicely on the tarmac meant that there was BOUND to be some shenanigans in town later that night.

I feel like a ridiculous person for saying that I "recognized three friends' planes.." but I'm over it. hope you are too...

Really the important fact of Saturday was that we made it back from Idaho in time for Filthy-Like-My-Hott-Tub's big birthday bash.  In true form, FLMHT went all out and hosted 80 of her closest friends on a boat for a Seafair in Winter BLOWOUT.  Basically we were greeted with beverages, captain hats (YES PLEASE) and hot, hot, HOT polo's for the occasion.  After much dancing, sweating and more than one hooker-hair-toss we disembarked and swarmed the bars en mass to continue the festivities.

Sunday demonstrated less festivities, but also less restraint in terms of consumption.  The day started off with Dick's Drive In (WHOOPS).  at 10:45am.  (double whoops?)  which was delicious and totally worth it. Followed it up with a suburban moment of junior basketball, hit I the barn for some "cardio" with a bratty pony who has spent the last 3 weeks terrorizing her cute rider and basically convincing those around her that she's been possessed. 

After 60 minutes of some serious "schooling" both the pony and I had sweat through our various coats and were more than willing to call a truce.  The fact that this little furball just wallopped my ass in terms of a workout leads me to believe that I should alter my ratio of Trainer time to include more pony and less bike sprints.... just something to consider.

Since the barn puts me halfway into the boonies to begin with, I simply continued my trek and had The Boy join me for my all time favorite Mexican food which is usually WAY to far out (and way to close to childhood home) for regular consumption.  There are no words for how exceptional the fajitas at this place are.  Mostly I think the fact that I'm willing to dine in a strip mall speaks to the quality (and fat content) of the cuisine.  I mean holy hell.  There's not much out there that I am willing to tolerate vinyl seats and fake parrot statues for, but whatever magic seasoning ends up on their chicken is definitely high on that particular list.

after gorgoing (and actually undoing the button on my jeans) it was off to a (yup you guessed it) bar to meet up with some old high school friends and make nice with a new bartender.  I think that a good sign of "positive bartender ettiquete" is if you get at least one free drink during your first visit.  We managed 3... so I do believe we will be making repeat appearances on Sunday evenings. 

Here's to another week... and 6 more days till sunday funday..