I just came off a five-day weekend. We got last Thursday off for Lincoln’s birthday and yesterday off for Washington’s birthday, so I decided to make it one long break by taking Friday off as a vacation day. It was terrific, even though my boyfriend has rolled his eyes several times at my excessive job perks. (He’s cute when he rolls his eyes.) I wound up spending lots of time with the aforementioned boyfriend; Matt and I had quite a social weekend, with lots of dining out. On Friday night we went to a tiny French restaurant here in Jersey City called Madame Claude. The food was so terrific, better than I could have imagined, and Matt’s chocolate mousse dessert was the best chocolate mousse I’d ever tasted. Toward the end of our meal, the couple next to us, out of the blue, poured each of us an extra glass of wine from the bottle they’d brought, as if we weren’t roasted and toasted enough already.
That was essentially our Valentine’s dinner. On Saturday night, the actual Valentine’s Day, we saw the Encores production of Can-Can, which, except for Patti Lupone, was pretty bad. (It didn’t help that we were way up in the nosebleed seats — though they did cost us only $15 each.) Afterwards, we went out for a beer with my friend Jere, who was also at the show (and who is currently guest-blogging here. Matt had never met him before. They traded expert opinions about theater back and forth while I tried to keep up.
Sunday morning Matt and I had brunch at Chat ‘n’ Chew with Thom and Jeff, who were visiting from DC. They’re a totally cute and sweet couple, and after reading them these last few months it was great to finally meet them. (I had a great meal, too — blueberry pancakes with fresh blueberries, and a big dish of sweet potatoes fries split with Matt.)
Then, last night, we went out to Brooklyn to meet my friends Sara and Shay, who live in Carroll Gardens. We ate a French restaurant on Smith Street called Bar Tabac. More delicious food, and more terrific company.
In the last few days we’ve eaten like kings and socialized like queens.
I don’t even know what that last part means, but it sounded funny when it entered my brain.
Here’s to long weekends!
(And of course, right after posting this entry, I see that Matt has already blogged about it.)
