Friday night was so chill & so perfect. I got myself some brisket for supper, watched a whole lot of Friends on Netflix, & relaxed in the world's best bubble bath with a bloody mary in my hand & calming music on Spotify.
What I wanted was to go get crawfish for lunch with a couple of friends & then have a relaxing day at home. What happened was crawfish at one place for lunch, followed by beers & more food at another place, followed by more food & drinks at another place, followed by shutting down a 4th place. It started out fun & ended up fun. But at place #3 there was massive drama between the couple which caused me & the guy's friend to bond while we awkwardly sat there like we didn't know what was going on... I also lost my voice. I had been sick for a couple of days & all of the coughing finally caused me to lose my voice.
Sunday was beautiful. I watched a couple of documentaries when I woke up in the morning on Netflix (well 1.5...I tried watching The Other Side of Immigration, & it was really interesting, but I was only half paying attention & of course it's all in Spanish with subtitles so if I wasn't staring at the screen I'd miss stuff). I napped, I got groceries, I watched tons of Friends, I watched a documentary on the 1980 Olympic hockey game (it was Hockey Day In America...35 years since we had beaten the Soviets), watched TWD, watched the last period of the Wild vs Stars game (we won 6-2! & for the record it was 0-1 when I started watching so I'm pretty much a good luck charm)...basically I watched a lot of TV ha. I also thought I had gotten my voice back but I also hadn't spoken out loud to anyone all day & when I talked to Kickass Cousin on the phone I realized that I in fact did not have my voice back...