If you asked me to describe the perfect Fall weekend, it would look something like this past weekend.
Friday after work I headed over to Trader Joe's to pick up some items for the weekend which basically consisted of bacon, OJ and champagne. The necessities for a fabulous weekend. When I got home I found myself washing dishes and cleaning out my front closet whilst drinking a glass of wine of course.
My apartment has two closets. That's it. My front closet had been housing my moving boxes for the last three months. I thought it was time they met their fate and headed to the dumpster so I could store normal things like shoes, jackets and anything that won't fit in my bedroom closet.
When I went to bed, I set an alarm in the off chance that I would actually need assistance waking up before 7:30 am. Per usual, I was wide eyed at 7:00 and mapped out my morning run in my head and how I could incorporate a donut stop along the way.
I had miscalculated my run which was actually a blessing. I ran around Lake of the Isles and then over to Lake Calhoun, but I wanted to go counter clockwise so I could check out Bogarts Donuts but instead went clockwise and the donut shop was too close then and I wouldn't get my 7 miles in. So I continued around the lake and wouldn't you know it, I was shy .25 miles. I headed towards Isles Bun and ran up and down the street until I hit 7 miles!
I had just heard of puppy dog tails, so I hopped in to Isles Bun and ordered one while catching my breath and trying not to sweat all over the other customers. It was fresh out of the oven so I let it cool a bit on my walk home and it was honestly one of the most splendid treats I ever did have for breakfast. Plus, there was absolutely zero guilt after that run.
This morning was just perfect. The weather was on point, the sun was shining, the trees around the lakes are starting to turn, the paths were full of other runners, walkers and bikers, there were events going on around both lakes and it all came together to kick off my Saturday in the best way possible.
I definitely had a little extra pep in my step while getting ready for the day.
A couple friends played in a charity Blondes vs. Brunettes football game for alzheimers so we went to cheer them on. We couldn't have asked for better weather, especially with the cool air that was around here recently. After the Blondes lost we headed to the after party at O'Gara's for a few drinks.
Sunday was another early morning so I laid in bed and planned out my grocery list for the week (I go to the grocery store 5/7 days of the week. It's my happy place). I wanted to make some soups for my lunches but my mind and stomach couldn't figure it out so I bought the fixings for chicken noodle and potato kielbasa soup.
Since the Vikings game was anything but exciting I got going on the potato kielbasa soup. I was thinking of sharing it, but I think I have some more tweaking to do before anyone else tries to make it. It tastes pretty good, and it's dairy free, but I'm not 100% happy with it. It's the first time I attempted a soup without following a recipe and made this one up.
I sipped on mimosas while cooking and after enjoying a bowl, I somehow found myself washing my blinds and then wouldn't you know it, I was on my hands and knees washing my living room floor. I must have blacked out or something. What I do know is that a clean floor feels so amazing under bare feet.
And that's all she wrote folks. My practically perfect weekend all summed up for you.