little black journal

It was a cold, wet weekend in Seattle, but, in true Northwestern form, I didn’t let that get me down.  We spent Saturday night keeping tradition alive, taking part in our third annual dumplings-making/pumpkin-carving party. I believe I may have eaten more dumplings (as in, 15?) than I actually made (as in, 0), but I had a good excuse for my lack of participation; I was in the living room watching THE GIANTS WIN A SPOT IN THE 2010 WORLD SERIES! There was much celebration as Wilson struck out that very last batter – I believe I even witnessed a joyous embrace between Shane and Jack at some point, though they will likely deny it. With our stomachs full of dumplings and our faces plastered with victorious grins, we were ready to focus our energy on our pumpkin-carving bonanza. I spent the next hour elbow-deep in pumpkin guts, but ended up with a nice little haunted house jack-o-lantern to show for my efforts, while Shane basked in baseball glory with his SF logo. Meanwhile, the rest of the gang worked on the props for our Wizard of Oz-themed car decorations, for next weekend’s ‘Trunk or Treat’ (stay tuned for photos of the group decked out in our scarecrow/lion/tin man/Dorothy outfits).  It was a lovely, cozy evening among friends, complete with hot apple cider and long bouts of laughter. I love Fall…

Today I tried my hand at being one of the guys, and spent the day with some fellows from work, tailgating and then cheering at the Seahawks game. Not gonna lie – when the guys mentioned drinking at 10 am, I was hoping they meant mimosas, but it turns out I can drink Coors Light for breakfast with the best of them. The game was fun (much credit to Shane for teaching me how to hold my own in a conversation about football), and I was incredibly thankful for our covered seats as we watched rain pour down on the field.  It was cool to see the Seahawks win, and surprisingly easy to get swept up in the energy of the crowd.  Still, it felt dang good to get home, slip into my sweats, and curl up on the couch with my hot cup of tea.

And that’s the stuff that Fall weekends are made of…