I just ordered 45 dollars worth of stuff from here. Some of it is for Nicole, the woman I work with who’s having a baby, some of it will be for Toby and I. I just couldn’t resist a t-shirt or two. :] (I blame Missy, for encouraging the spending of my money).

Michele has disappeared. I took over.

Where should we honeymoon?

Give your ideas. The winner gets to pay for it!

Well, I had a great weekend. I didn’t want it to end. In the midst of all the anti-war protesters, Nico came on down via Amtrak to hang out and see stuff about things. We visited the National Zoo on Saturday. And, though I love the little goobers running around those parts, it was sort of like going to a really hopping beach off season. So depressing. Some of the sections were emptied of water and animals. Some were just freakishly empty, like the prairie dog exhibit, where small children had their pictures taken with the sculpture next to the exhibit instead of an actual animal. It wasn’t what it once was. I’m hoping it’s because it’s still coldish. The gibbon exhibit was awesome. And the great apes, (of course). The giraffes were pretty cool and the orangoutangs were cool as well. We went to see the sloth but he wasn’t moving. :] I think he was tired. After leaving the zoo, we headed downtown to the Hirshhorn Museum to see “Gerhard Richter: Forty Years of Painting” This exhibit was truly amazing. I plan on going again at some point, during my lunch break as it’s nearly right behind my office. Good times.

That night I had yet another sketchy Perry’s experience and I have made a silent vow to never return there again. The waitress lied to us after taking three hours to get Toby and Nico their sushi dishes. She didn’t even see the bottom of the menu. Because she didn’t see that we had ordereed another 30 dollars worth of sushi, she figured us for cheapys. So we waited forever and then finally asked her about it.

After realizing it was her mistake, she said, “It’s my first night. I am so sorry.”

Not true. No restaurant starts a new person on a busy Saturday. And she lied earlier about telling me about a certain wine which she believed was the best. Bah, I could go on and on about how little that place impresses me. It shocks me people spend so much money there and so much time and come out raving about it. Sometimes I think people think that if they don’t pay out the ass for food, they’re not eating good food. I’m done with that place. No more. :] And next time, we take Nico to Pasta Mia. Where we know we’ll wait hours for our food, but it will be worth it. Every penny. But the weekend was great. Truly. Yesterday I put the new Zipcar Mini on hold and took Nico to the train station. The Mini is super duper. And now I am seriously considering buying one. I went grocery shopping at Whole Foods in my Mini like a good little yuppie and returned home to finish hours worth of freelance work. And now I’m here for a 4-day week. YAYA! Pictures in a few…

Toby bought me a ring this weekend. And I am elated. I am jumping around like an idiot. It’s so pretty. It’s so nice. Thing is, I won’t have it as my own until next weekend as they’re making it for me and the wait is strangely exciting. I’m still shocked we got a diamond. I’m still shocked I met a boy I want to spend my life with. I’m still shocked he asked me. I’m still shocked things worked out. Shocked and happier than I have ever been in my entire life. (pinch). The hardest part and the reason we were steering away from diamonds (aside from the bling-bling factor and that some are just hideous) is that we actually care about ethics. And apparently, for some, this comes as a surprise. Every store we went in to we asked about their diamond source. And I think they thought we were nuts.

Where do you get get your diamonds?

We really have no way of knowing that.”

One guy was so excited to tell us that the sapphire I was looking at was ONLY 70 DOLLARS! And then he looked at Toby and said,

For that price you can still take her out to dinner at the end of the day.

Dude, we don’t want your 70 dollar ring. (Damn!). Anyhow, we finally found a store who cares about where their diamonds come from. So, guilt-free, we made the purchase. And it’s the prettiest ring I’ve ever seen. And it’s mine. And he’s mine. I’m giddy. And so tired, I can barely think. Forgive me if this post makes next to no sense.