This Weekend In Photos

Friday

One funny/weird thing that a blogger encounters fairly often is that friends in real life who are not bloggers will joke with us and say, after they do something funny/embarrassing/obnoxious, “Are you going to blog this?” in a joking-but-not-really tone.  Which is why I’m totally blogging this picture of my friend E. at her birthday dinner on Friday evening, and also because the position of the margarita makes it so that you can’t really tell who she is.

What you can’t see is that the margarita in the picture is the fourth one she sipped and I had desperately fumbled for my phone so I could take a shot of her sipping each of our friends’ margaritas so that she could taste all of the varieties and make up her mind before ordering.   I thought it would be funny to have four pictures of her with four different margaritas – this is what “The Real Housewives of The Bubble” do on weekends, haha – but because I never bring my big-ass DSLR with me anymore, I miss moments like this.  Note to self.

Before I went out to dinner with the Agoura Hills Moms I made sure to prepare dinner at home for all of my boys.  I don’t normally do this, but I had most of a quart of buttermilk in the fridge and it had to be used, plus my dad has been visiting all week and I didn’t think it would be nice to leave him with the kids and Stewart without dinner.  So I found this great recipe online (thanks to this blog post which totally address my too-much-buttermilk problem) and made buttermilk oven-fried chicken, thinking that baking it would make it so easy, but the recipe tricked me and after I had already soaked the chicken in buttermilk overnight I was too far to give up once I read the second step of the recipe which said “fry the chicken for 3 minutes in oil” before putting it in the oven for 40 minutes.  Dammit.  And once you’re making the effort to fry chicken on a 90-degree day in Southern California, you have to photograph that shit and make people think you’re Donna fucking Reed:

And in the end the chicken was delicious, so there’s that.

Saturday

Lest you think there was 50% too few pictures of alcohol above for a Friday, I bring you Saturday.  What are not pictured below are the beer I had during Notre Dame’s nailbiter against Purdue (Coors Light, natch) and the margarita I drank at the pool, because everyone else was doing it.  And then Stewart and I went out to dinner (see above about my dad visiting) at a local gastropub.

What you see above is a cocktail called “Bisous Bisous” which means “kiss kiss” in French, which makes sense because this restaurant serves French food and they make their own beer.  But I wasn’t in the mood for beer and this drink is a white cosmo, and everyone knows I love a tasty cosmo, and this was delicious enough to photograph so I could reminisce about it later.  Sigh.  That drink and I had a good time together.

Sunday

I took Kyle to a birthday party which was about 20 minutes away and since the birthday party was at an indoor trampoline extravaganza place, which meant 2 hours of a thousand children’s screams echoing off concrete as they bounced to the over-loud pop music and ate pizza and cake, I hightailed it to a nearby shopping center to do some errands and work at Starbucks.  That last phrase, posted on Facebook, made people think I was working for Starbucks, like as a barista, which everybody knows I will never do because when I moved to Los Angeles I swore with God as my witness I will never be a food server again.  And God is the ultimate witness.

And later my dad took the kids to the bookstore and because it was so hot out (99 degrees at 4pm!) that our air conditioner could barely keep up, I joined them to take advantage of the chilling air conditioner of a retail outlet.  And Brady pretended to read.

So, what did YOU do this weekend?  Show me YOUR pictures.