A Relaxing Weekend

We are living in a complete pigsty at the moment. I mean, complete and utter shithole. I'm really embarrassed by it, hence why I'm sharing this with all my friends and a few randoms from Russia, who have apparently been following my blog. We've just struggled to muster any enthusiasm for tidying. No doubt we'll get down to it at 10pm tonight.

I've felt my mood shifting since Friday. I can see a break is in sight. A proper one. I didn't mind hanging around at home, waiting for the Boy and the rest of Team Momentum to decide when they would be heading down to the East Village on Friday night. I headed over to Misoya for one of New York City's top 25 bowls of ramen. Unfortunately, I didn't realise you had to ask for the parmesan (!) to be added so didn't get to try that bowl of strangeness, but what I did have was pretty good. Really balanced broth and nice chewy noodles.

I've been off my foot for the last few days, as I think I must have sprained or pulled a tendon or something. My feet are doing weird things due mainly to too tight shoes. So Saturday I spent an hour or two fighting with women from around the world over cut-priced shoes at DSW. Such a terrible idea. I was getting stressed at the prospect of not having shoes whilst I'm away and when I get an idea in my head, I'm fixated. Like the loo at the motel with the too high water upon flushing, I just could not stop thinking about getting new shoes.

Last night, we celebrated Oktoberfest in the Loreley, which was the place where Jarlotte and Con first met. We were a group of eight who didn't know each that well. The Boy and were the common link; it's strange to think that even then, we had probably spent between 3-6 nights out with each couple. It just goes to show how easy friendships can be forged.

As many of you know, I am a big believer in where you are placed amongst your siblings. Eldest children always get on and so do eldest/youngest children. The group last night was split evenly in half. Two couples both of youngest children. Two couples both of eldest children. I rest my case.

The baby talk was also rife, which I think will happen more and more as I hang out with more couples and more women over 30. But as was agreed by the other expat couple last night, it's tough to entertain the idea of throwing a baby into the mix when you're living overseas. It's a selfish existence here and it's so much easier to put it off until we're back at home. Where we have a safety net of friends and family. And when we're in our three-bedroom semi-detached house in the 'burbs rather than a one-bedroom apartment in the East Village. A discussion to be put off for another day.

In other news, the Boy had the bonza idea of fishfinger bagels this morning. What amazing dirty breakfast food to follow my pork shank, sauerkraut, mashed potatoes and German pints last night. I'll be rocking the bikini body in Hawai'i.