a weekend away

My office-friend, D, and I went on a little weekend holiday.
We slipped away from work at about 3:00 on Friday and drove to see our friend G at her country house.
G's country house is serene and quiet and there's always warm wonderful food.

I made a fire in the fireplace


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and shook up some whiskey sours while G dished up some of the best soup ever.


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We walked in the snow, by the river, and shopped at an extraordinary store.

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We attended a school play and then dashed off to listen to Calvin Trillin for a little while.


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He was a funny curmudgeon. Last night we had sausages roasted with grapes and truffled potatoes.

We played Password, and slept in the softest, coziest beds


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and laughed and rested and felt far, far away while G took care of us as the snow fell gently outside.

It was a perfect weekend.

Comments

Poppy Buxom said…
What? No trip to Anthropologie? YOU CALL THAT A WEEKEND????
Anonymous said…
It sounds like the perfect getaway. Good for you and D and G!

jbhat
Veuve said…
Perfect. Really, every detail.

Calvin Trillin is coming to my town next week, I'm looking forward to it.