Posts Tagged With: champagne cocktails

bon voyage

YBW and I are at the airport waiting for our flight.

Can you guess which coffee is which?
I’ll give you a hint…I don’t take cream.

We just arrive at the gate.
I’m going to journal for a hot second then crack open the first book. He’s going for a walk.

I’m going to miss all y’all! Plesse try not to do anything terribly interesting while I’m gone!
See you in three weeks! ❤

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art festival day

The Alexandria King Street Art Festival was this weekend.

It just happened to coincide with our monthly date with friends. So the four of us went in to Old Town, had brunch at Union Street Public House. I ate some mediocre shrimp and grits and had two French 75 cocktails!

After a quick visit with, and a whimsical art purchase from Patti Ballard, we left Alexandria for dessert and coffee in Vienna.
Of course while we were in Vienna, I had to take our friends to Bards Alley.

Cocktails, art, coffee and dessert, and books. So many of my most-loved things squeezed into one day. And date days/nights with our friends are some of my favorite days, but on this gorgeously sunny, first Saturday in Autumn, I was content to simply walk down the street holding the hand of my precious husband.

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International Week of the Birthday ~ day five

Cocktails on the porch last night before breakfast for dinner made for a rather happy Robynbird!
It’s pouring with rain this morning and chilly in the 50s. March weather in May seems weird to me.

I celebrated myself today with a pedicure!

Came home, put on my jammies, and now I’m going to make champagne cocktails with Cat Head honeysuckle vodka!

Aren’t they pretty?

Last day in the countdown…tomorrow I’ll wake up and it will be my birthday!
I suspect it seems strange for a grown ass woman to be so excited about her birthday…but I don’t care!
Let’s celebrate me!

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champagne and a grand slam

Took Thing C and Thing G to lunch then got Thing G’s hair cut. (Barber shops are fascinating places.)
Champagne cocktails with my neighbor this afternoon. Now I’m watching my Washington Nationals winning on TV.
What a great Robynbird day!

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