I wish I had Tina Fey here to do a weekend update with me.  I’m sure you wished Tina Fey were here with me to give a weekend update.

With a long work week, I planned to leave work an hour early on Friday since I had put in extra hours earlier in the week.  About 30 minutes before I had planned to leave, I realized that I hadn’t seen one (of the few that was there that day) dietitian since early morning.  I paged her and found out she still had a list of patients to see on the floor she was on as well as another section of the hospital.  She asked if I wanted to take some from her.  I wasn’t chomping at the bit to work more, but there was no way I was going to have her be at work till 7pm (no dietitian left behind!).  See, the show must go on. 

I wanted a treat after work and I got it.

I made sure to say decaf.  I was needing sleep-big time.

Boy came by later that night with rosemary (my favorite!) wood fire oven pizza.  We split it and each had four (I went back for the 4th) slices.

I slept a wonderful 9 hours.  Unfortunately I had more than enough dreams about cholesterol that night!  This dietitian clearly needs a vacation. 

I woke up and shared breakfast with my childhood lifelong friend.

I always had my dad pour a bowl of cereal for Bear on weekend mornings when I was a kid.  Now I make it myself, but I ensure he’s eating oats-he’s not getting any younger and should be thinking about his heart.  We both enjoyed a bowl of oatmeal (oats, skim milk, chia seeds, banana, vanilla extract, & cinnamon) with maple syrup, almond butter , and cherries.  He gave it two paws up.

The weather wasn’t humid, which is a miracle in the Midwest during the summer, so I suggested that wherever we go out to eat needs to have a patio to sit outside.  We went to a local restaurant with a great beer menu.  I order Chimay White on tap.

When the drink was being delivered to the table, the waitress was still five feet away and announced, “It’s a baby glass!!”  It was petite for sure but lasted the entire meal.  I ordered the mussels on special with a side of grilled asparagus.

The broth included wit beer, red onions, red bell pepper, tomato, carrots, lemon, and cilantro.  The mussels were amazing, but I ended on a bad note.  The last mussel to eat was unopened.  I wanted it anyways but boy was firm in telling me not to eat it.  I listened.

As soon as the bill was paid I dashed out of there.  Smokers are allowed to smoke outside and I have a zero smoke tolerance.  Kill yourself, but not me.  Thanks.

The boy was meeting up with a few friends at a bar which I stuck around for a little bit.  This small, off-the-map bar had crazy amounts of craft beers for great prices.  The bartender advised me that they do have “girlier” beers for me.  Um, no thanks.  We shared a Delirium Tremens which I haven’t had in 2-3 years. 

It was better than I had remembered.  This was an instance that I wished beer didn’t have alcohol so I could drink it for the taste alone.

Sunday morning I woke up with no milk in my apartment.  No form of oats to make or iced coffee to make.  Perfect reason to go to Starbucks!

I ordered the “perfect” oatmeal.  I made sure to grab a banana and even my own granola from home to perfect their oatmeal a little better. 

Time to get out in the sunshine today before I go back to work for the week.  I need to find a hammock so I can soak up some sun and relax at the same time.