I spent this lovely weekend celebrating Galentine's Day. I mean, also technically Valentines Day, but that's not nearly as awesome. If you don't know what Galentine's Day is, the best February 13th holiday ever, then please log into Netflix and watch Parks & Recreation in its entirety. Or you could maybe just watch the Galentine's Day episode, for now. (Seriously, where have you been?)
On Saturday, my hometown girls Jess, Laura, and Olivia gathered for Galentine's Brunch, which featured heart-shaped egg bakes from Jess, Olivia's heart-melting baked brie, and the one thing you can always count on me to bring to a brunch: mimosas. I bequeathed the following cards, which will make sense to all the people who know what Galentine's is.
I was pretty proud of my work. Laura also brought gifts, bequeathing each of us with a book with a strong female protagonist. Here's mine.
I'm not usually one for classical romance, but this book had me hooked all weekend. Maybe that's the reason that I used the word "bequeathed" in two different forms in the last few sentences. With each volume, Laura included a bookmark-sized square with a quotation from the heroine on it. You can see mine at the top of the article. Yes, that's actually Laura's handwriting. How the hell is that possible? The world may never know.
My actual Valentine's Day featured several home-cooked meals, red velvet cake, Arrested Development, and Room (which is seriously an amazing flick, if a lot to handle, ALL HAIL BRIE LARSON). Overall, this was a totally successful holiday weekend. Now it's back to work and writing about important things, like acne ads and inferiority complexes.