I have loads and loads of pictures from the last month. It's been quite a blur with good things colliding with very, very bad things. It's weird. You know that you will, but losing someone you love makes you feel like you shouldn't care about or be happy about anything ever again.
It's like what happened on 9/11. By the time I got home (3 airports and 3 flights and 3 days later than scheduled and I know I was lucky to get home that quick!!) I was pretty numb. I couldn't fathom how life would go on.
But it does and it shall.
I still feel kind of unsure/guilty/strange about it all though. I don't think it's going to go away anytime soon either. :(
My dad went to the hospital the morning of my birthday. We were all concerned but in no way expecting that he would never come home. (Bad) I went for a mediocre massage (Bad) and then had a fabulous dinner with a fabulous guy. (Good)
Per my request Dave took me to Minetta Tavern.
Thank God for food blogging. I'd never remember what I eat otherwise!
We started with Lobster Bruschetta.
and there was yummy crunchy bread and an overpriced bottle of wine. :)
I had the Black Label Burger. One of my obsessions is caramelized onions. This burger was melt in your mouth fantastic. Seasoned and cooked perfectly I enjoyed half of it and saved the rest of the next day. Delish.
Dave had a steak but I bet he was jealous of my burger.
There was also a leisurely walk towards home, a trip to L'Express for warm chocolate cake and Bailey's on the rocks, and multiple thoughtful, extravagant and practical presents.
It was a good night.
The next morning Dave took me to breakfast at Jen and Whitney Port's favorite diner.
Dave had an omlette.
I had an egg sandwich.
and hash browns.
Quick poll. Would you eat a quiche for breakfast? Do you think if you put an egg mixture in a pie crust it makes it quiche?
The state of my relationship may depend on your answer. :)