I have to say I have a pretty good memory, though it’s not always useful. I’m really good at remembering the date of people’s birthdays, but not necessarily good at wishing them a happy birthday on the actual day. I could also tell you the price of every item of clothing in my closet, but that doesn’t do anyone any good. One thing that I do pride myself in is remembering things people tell me they like. I store it away somewhere in that brain of mine, and bring it back to my attention when their birthday rolls around. The one problem that usually arises from this is that I don’t give myself the proper amount of time to buy or execute said gift.
I have a love-hate relationship with Groupons (note that I refer to ‘groupons’ as the term for daily deal sites just as I would say ‘kleenex’ to describe tissues- you with me?). When they first became popular, I was unemployed and was buying them like it was my job. My reasoning was that I needed to “experience city life” on my measly babysitting salary. Well, let’s just say I bit off a little more than I could chew and ended up with a bunch of soon-to-expire groupons to gyms, restaurants, classes, stores, etc. Overall, I don’t think I saved any money but I indeed “experienced” more than I would have otherwise (even though many of these experiences included crappy restaurants). At least I know where not to go, right?
My usual Saturday consists of morning yoga, a chai latte, some sort of baking/crafting in the afternoon, and hopefully an evening outing. A few Saturdays ago was no different (well, plus a haircut). My friends Jesse and Lisa, who are fellow lovers of cooking and baking, were hosting a wine pairing party. The basis was that we would have several different courses and each dish was paired with a particular wine that complements the dish. Wine and delicious food? My kind of Saturday night.