like the weekends of days gone by

This weekend reminded me of weekends I used to have when I first moved in with Sam and we both remarked on this walking down from the Blackburne Arms this past sunny Saturday afternoon. Friday night Davoud, Nick and Dipak arrived for some one-pot spaghetti supper before we picked Sam up at her place and headed to Room bar for some old fashioneds. On a bit of a nostalgia kick, we headed over to Bumper for a bit of a dance before realised how old we were in comparison to the rest of the crowd. It was one of those great nights though where you all get back to the house and want to stay up until 4 am.

Saturday morning we all woke up feeling slightly fuzzy headed and thanks to my hot water tank it took longer than normal to make it out of the house. We all met up in town, with Sam and Andrew as well, for a bit of food. Craving the Victoria sponge at Green Days cafe we all made our way back to Lark Lane before the boys played a bit of frisbee in the park and I went home to frost Val's birthday carrot cake.

It was wine club last night and we were exploring the tastes of France. We did, however, have a guest bottle this time around. A Parry Sound Vintage courtesy of the Gould & Green winery that was 100% California Syrah, not just 75% as was originally thought. We crowned it the wine of the night and our carefully selected French wines had nothing on their Canadian counterpart. It was the label that really did it.

So we got to spend the night in Oxton Village staying at Val & Paul's fabulous house; my favourite house in the world in fact. A scrumptious breakfast was enjoyed at the Moose Cafe before everyone dispersed. Davoud, Nick and I did take in some culture this afternoon at the National Conservation Centre, which is currently hosting an exhibition of photographs by Stuart Bale from the NML archive. Well worth having a look at by clicking here. We even made it over to St. George's Hall, considered one of the most impressive buildings in Liverpool that I'd never made the time to visit myself before.

After everyone left, I treated myself to a little nap and then a very big salad. Time to restore the nutrients, but it was really nice to have a free weekend. No working, no schoolwork and no worrying about the nutrient content of my food after our very healthy dinner on Friday night. Every once and a while, I suppose that's okay, right?

By the way, you may be wondering why there is so much attention paid to capitalisation, grammer and spelling in this week's posting. Well, apparently Davoud has now joined the cult of Facebook and has been policing people's writing efforts. Just wanted to make sure I didn't invite any criticisms myself ;) I'm sure he's looking for more friends to add to his astronomical 84, so have a look for him next time you log-in.