This weekend was one big bliss bit. No one thing we did was exceptional, but put all together it made for a great, relaxing weekend.

Saturday

Breakfast buffet. Aw, how I love a good breakfast buffet. Biscuits and gravy! Eggs made to order! Belgian waffles! BACON. And we had a coupon, which somehow makes it taste that much better.

Post-host tidying. We had some folks over Thursday night for a debate-watching party, and it was Saturday until we could complete the clean-up. There's something satisfying about putting the house back together after hosting. Washing dishes, storing away extra glasses, carrying spare chairs upstairs. When we removed the extra leaf from the table, we found the now-smaller (but really just regular-sized) table to be the most hilarious thing we'd ever seen. Surely it wasn't always this small! There's so much space in this room you could dance a jig! Did we really adjust to the bigger table in just a day? No, our table was never THIS small. This is like a mini table. Just look how ridiculously small it is!!

Errands. Not too many to bog down the day, just enough to make us feel productive and justify totally loafing around the rest of the day.

Reading. For hours. I nestled into the sofa, with Bridget on my lap, and read until I finished the book. To me, there's little else so luxurious.

Bluegrass concert. Break out a fiddle and a mandolin, and I'm in heaven. This surprises even me. I didn't grow up on this music, but for some reason it stirs something in my heart. And this was a benefit concert, which makes it sound that much better.

Sunday

Hike. Took a 6-mile morning hike to a great overlook. The leaves are just starting to change and the temperature is perfect for a walk in the woods. On the rocks at the top, I napped in a sunny spot while Rob took photos of the view.

Football. Now that I'm into football, watching it on TV is actually fun. Although I'll admit it's not the game itself I enjoy as much as the excuse to spend several hours on the sofa with beer and snacks.

Orgasm. I couldn't think of a cocktail that begins with an O for my tagline, so I did some research and came across the Orgasm. Which then, of course, I just had to make. I brought it to Rob in the living room and said, "Would you like an Orgasm?" He looked up from his computer with an expression that quickly turned to disappointment when he saw the drink in my hand. Not as glorious as its namesake, but it's a damn good drink, now among my favorites. And I can't wait until the next time we have people over, so I can ask someone if they've ever had an Orgasm. And, if not, if they'd like me to give them one.