I was clever last month. I planned a lovely weekend away (our first in years that didn’t involve some horrible family event) to coincide with CD1, in the hope that it would distract me from my usual depressing spiral. And you know what? It kind of worked! CD1 showed up as expected (actually a day early, the bitch). But when she got here, there was this:
That, dear friends, is a very large glass of very good gin with muddled mint and cucumber. The menu described it as gin and tonic water with muddled mint and cucumber. The menu was lying. If there was any tonic water in there at all, it must have been put in with an eye dropper. Dee-lish.
There was sightseeing:
We went to the zoo, where my husband photographed every. animal. he. saw. Including the squirrels and sparrows. That is what he does, it makes him happy, and it’s why God made giant memory cards. He did get that cute picture of an emperor tamarin, though.
Then we went to the ballet. No pictures of that, unfortunately, as the ushers informed me that photos inside the performance hall are off-limits. It was amazing. After the ballet we ate snobby food:
It was delightful.