Reflections. Or some such nonsense.

So, another beautiful evening finds our heroine relaxing on the back patio, glass of nice Spanish White Wine in hand, staring up at the leaves against the evening sky, reflecting on a fantastic 5-day weekend. We did not plan on the 5-day weekend, but sometimes spontaneous happenings are the best kind.

We kicked our weekend off Thursday, going to see "The Hangover" at my new favorite theater, Landmark Cinemas in Harbor East, prefaced by drinks at James Joyce, a completely non-annoying Irish pub in "Little DC", which is what Ryan has christened Harbor East, cause it looks nothing like Baltimore, that's for sure. The Landmark is my favorite theater for a multitude of reasons, the best being the good beer selection that you can bring into the movie. That's what I said, beer in movie. Best idea ever.

The Hangover was fantastically funny, Zach whatever-his-last-name-is totally made the movie. I am so happy good comedies are in vogue again.

Friday, as you know, was the Bellevederes second show at the Windup Space. My mom and my Aunt Tammy came over from West Virginia, and my cousin Natalie and her boyfriend Rick came up from Leesburg, and I think they had a good time. The place was packed, the crowd danced like crazy, and it was about 700 degrees in the room. I can honestly say it was the most fun I have ever had in my entire life. That moment when it all clicks, when your harmonies blend perfectly with the organ, and the rhythm section is in perfect sync, that, THAT is the best feeling. All you can do is close your eyes and smile.

Saturday was spent relaxing on the couch while Ryan played June Star, and, well, see the last post for today's fun.

So toodleoo, as I must go prepare for the season premiere of True Blood. Bring me my type O, Sookie.

Listening to the shuffle on the good ol' dpod.... On The Bound by Fiona Apple, an oldie but a goodie, from "When the Pawn....," Country Girl by Cassandra Wilson, another oldie but goodie - songs from my single life that still work almost five years into matrimony. D'Angelo, because that album is the shit. Oh, and some Afro-Cuban Orchestra.