Lucky Guy

This past weekend was pretty awesome.

On Friday night I watched Diana run in an underwear race.  After she cooled off we headed downtown for some Spanish food and Sangria.  By the time we left the restaurant it was late and everyone was either tired from work, the underwear race, the wine, or all of the above.

Saturday morning I woke up and realized that I was alone, so I got out of bed to investigate.  And there she was, in the kitchen, whipping up some blueberry pancakes.  They were scrumptious.  After letting our breakfast settle we were off to the beach where we laid in the sun and snacked on fruit.  We spent the night at the gym pumping iron, which was followed by some laps around the park.

Sunday morning we slept in and went out for brunch.  We had a brief stop at Loehmann's and then went to the city for some fresh juices.  There we parted ways with a long kiss after a glorious weekend.

I'm one lucky guy to have found as interesting and full of life as Diana.  There's hardly ever a dull moment with her, and when there is, she usually made some blueberry pancakes to help pass the time.