Adventures in Domesticity

“Adventures in Domesticity.” It has a nice ring to it. I think I’ll use this phrase in place of “unemployment” or “not working this summer because I just don’t want to.”

I also suppose writing a blog post while dinner cooks in the oven isn’t too terrible. Tonight, I’m trying oven-baked chicken with quinoa and probably a salad on the side. We’ll see how this goes.

I returned to Seattle last night after a sunny weekend in Wenatchee. Friday night, I was able to sneak away from the house long enough to go to Applebee’s happy hour with T. Applebee’s HH might be the best thing in Wenatchee after 9PM. We had some sangria (but it paled in comparison to the sangria in Madrid…), buffalo wings, and desserts– a fairly standard showing for two girls who needed a wind-down to the day.

On Saturday, I woke up somewhat early and got myself ready, simply so I could turn on ABC and watch the England vs. USA football (soccer) match. I always forget how much I love watching soccer until I tune into a game. Someone make note that I really need to make it out to a Sounders game in the near future.

After the match, it was time for quality hang-outs with T and Fiction & Sanity. We helped T organize and clean, which doesn’t sound fun at first, but with those ladies, pretty much anything is fun.

F&S and I got to T’s house, stared at the project ahead of us, tried on our bridesmaid shoes for T’s wedding, then decided there were errands that needed to be done before cleaning. I got myself a Blimpie sandwich (oh, heavens, I forgot how good those are), then we ran to Costco for storage boxes and frozen yogurt. After warding off the hangriness (hunger + angriness), we set about sorting through T’s wardrobe. That part of the project took the longest, but in the end, I came away with some new-to-me shoes and a dress.

That evening, we took our standard trip to Casa Tapatia, which is hands-down my favorite Mexican restaurant ever. After gorging ourselves on warm chips, cabbage salsa, and giant entrees, we drove out to Crescent Bar for a night of relaxation. F&S’s parents have a place out there, and we spent several hours hot-tubbing and watching movies– normal, girly things. The weather was phenomenal the entire day, so of course, it was beautiful out while we were hot-tubbing.

Note: It is next to impossible to create a “whirlpool” in an half-circle shaped hot-tub. Word to the wise. You will also fall a lot.

Sunday was definitely funday. Back in Wenatchee, there was a BBQ in honor of The Winner of Games’s recent college graduation (read: the day before). There was sunshine, lots of food, and bocce ball. Always a good time.

Now, here I am. I cleaned the apartment– to an extent– shopped for groceries, picked up cupcakes at Cupcake Royale, and am waiting for my dinner to cook.

In a way, I think that having to fill my time with chores, writing, reading, walking, and other activities will be a good sort of therapy for me this summer. Of course, I feel like a bum, but again, I need some time to just chill and have fun. I have to keep telling myself that; otherwise, I’ll probably try to pick up a full-time job that I loathe. And also, it will be a good opportunity to spend quality time with my friends (like this past weekend) and family (like the past week).

I’m okay with my biggest stresser of the day being whether or not the chicken tastes good.

4 thoughts on “Adventures in Domesticity

    • Ardith says:

      You’ll see us very, very soon, Beth. And maybe there will be another Applebee’s after-party in order!

      The chicken turned out well. I thought it tasted good; my roommate thought it tasted REALLY good. I’ll say that’s a success.

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