after a really delicious dinner here, my friend, sara, and i went to see up in the air. i'm pretty sure i liked it, but in an all too predictable move of mine following a hearty meal and a few glasses of wine, i fell asleep for part of the the movie. this has happened more times than i would care to admit; there's something about a dark theater and a full belly that just puts me in the mood to...nap. in fact, my boyfriend now affectionally refers to falling asleep during a movie as "pulling a sari." because i usually reserve this narcoleptic feat for him, it is usually sari who is teased for "pulling a sari." after the movie, sara, (who just happens to be three months pregnant), admitted to me that she was glad i was sleeping during portions of the movie when (either because of the tagliatelle or the bun in her oven) she was burping up a storm. i found myself wondering, "is 30 the new 80?" when i got home i texted sara this question. her response: "totally! i am so old right now. i am looking at snuggies right now." my response back: "omg. send me a pic of the one you want." earlier at dinner while gorging ourselves on pasta and bruschetta we both agreed we secretly coveted a snuggie; the ingenious blanket with sleeves. sara, who will soon be bigger than ohio, is more than entitled to be as unsexy as she wants in any type of outerwear that she chooses. i however should be punished for fantasizing about showing up at next year's thanksgiving dinner in a slanket. (while recently having brunch with another pregnant friend, i found myself jealous of her elastic waisted blue jeans.) if my boyfriend only knew about my fantasies that involve holiday season in a burqa...really, what is happening to me? either i have the winter slumps or i am aging faster than benjamin buttons.
speaking of winter, the photo above is from here. do yourself a favor and look through his flickr page, particularly the TTV and TOP FAVS set. i can't stop looking at them...especially these:
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