BOGOF

It feels good to be home. Admittedly, my temper probably rises 14 or 15 degrees, but it's good to be home nonetheless. I know the timestamp on this post is going to expose my lameness - 11 something on a Saturday night, but that's ok. The 'rents just went upstairs to bed, and I shut the TV off, just leaving me on the couch with my mom's super tiny Dell and Benny at my feet with one leg raised, shamelessly begging to have his chest rubbed. Of course, I'll oblige. How can I resist?

Friday
Traditional Friday routine started off with Sugarland and a crossaint with Justina at the Rosemary bus stop before taking the G to Estes Elementary. Note to self: Must buy Hershey bar for Kiana. I didn't know she knew how to do carry-over addition! And fractions! I was definitely impressed. Art class flew by; I think it was the first time I used Elmer's liquid Schoolglue in about 12 years. And schools should really ban crayons - I'm in full support of a colored pencils tyranny.

I FINALLY got to go visit Alix's home in High Point before heading home (we seriously need to have a Spring gala/wedding in your backyard, sans pollen), and it was nice to just sit and play some piano with the soon-to-be maestro (right, right?). The ride back to Charlotte with Greg was such a good time, accompanied by sunny Friday afternoon weather and effortless, hearty conversation, reminding me of why and how we clicked in the first place, over a year ago. He called me out for noticeably exuding a flirty confidence and for my unmistakeably happy disposition - but my short-lived embarassment soon broke out into smiles. I was on such a high from being with him, from hell week ending, and because I could finally wear that gorgeous, gray pleated skirt without worries of the cold.

Deliciousness ensued once we got to his place; he cooked 1.5 lbs of amazing steak (what a sweet deal! BOGOF -buy one get one free from the Teeter), and spinach. Of course, I argued that we should have doused the steak with Hoisin sauce, sugar, and an ungodly amount of butter - but his stern disapproval and good judgment won out in the end, and surely for the better. Not so glamorous was my side of mashed potatoes worthy of being served at Ramshead's Chophouse - I'm guessing the lack of a measuring cup really showed how terrible I am at estimating proportions. After dinner was Forgetting Sarah Marshall aka a healthy dose of male frontal nudity (thank you Jason Segel). Soon after, we were standing in the surprisingly long line at the Teeter's U-Scan, holding only one bag of frozen peaches as a result of Greg's midnight smoothie craving. Again, my peach smoothie was 3/4 love and 1/4 flavor - too much yogurt and not enough peaches.

Home today was mostly updating my parents on my summer plans, and shopping at REI for some quality travel gear and essentials.

It's bittersweet knowing that I have to go without seeing Greg for so long before we're living 10 minutes down the road from each other for the next two years. At least I'll have thoughts of San Diego to hold on to. :)