This past weekend was deliciously indulgent for Jon and I in more ways than one.  The main reason being that my weekends are usually filled with something that could be called the opposite of indulgent…work.  Problems are created where having fun is concerned because nearly everyone else on the planet has the opposite schedule.  However, this past weekend I was blissfully free.

I did have to work Friday afternoon/night but, I finished up early and went to see a late movie with my girlfriend Ashley.

We indulged in some popcorn and chose to see one of our favorite books that the movies chose to ruin.  Alright not ruin, but change.  For several years now, when anybody asks me for a book recommendation, I excitedly push them towards Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer.

The book is wonderful and one of my all time favorites, though i’ve heard from others that it’s tough to get started.  I believe that’s because the narration of the book comes from inside the mind of Oskar Shell, who is a smart, funny and sometimes heartbreaking nine year old boy.  It’s a unique point of view for a book, but surely not the strangest.  Well they went ahead and made a movie of the book (of course) and Ashley and I went to see it.

It’s got a big name cast, centers around a big event in history, and is sure to be a big success in theaters.  It’s just not as big as the book.  Read the book.

Saturday morning Jon and I got up bright and early to walk down the street and meet friends for brunch at Lola.  We were celebrating our friend Ryan’s 30th birthday with delicious food and even more delicious flavored mimosa’s.  Brunch turned into neighborhood bar crawl which naturally turned into beer pong.  It was a gorgeous 58 degree sunny January day, so indulge in it we did.

My skills in beer pong proved once again to be pathetic, so I bowed out gracefully and let the real champs go to work.

It would be tragic if I left out Nick and Leah’s adorable dogs who are one of the main reasons I want the kind of dog I want.  A mini poodle.  NOT a toy poodle.  A mini one.

This is Remy.  He posed nicely (by nicely I mean for 1/4 second) for a few photo’s.

This is Mojo.  He had zero interest.

It was a great afternoon.  Happy Birthday RyGuy!

Jon and I got home starving so we decided to walk 1/2 a block (I love our neighborhood) to one of the most popular and well reviewed restaurants in Denver, Z Cuisine.

Jon had been there before with a client, but this was my first time.  Don’t get me wrong, he has tried to take me numerous times, but they don’t take reservations and it is ALWAYS packed.  It’s described as a French Bistrot and Parisian Wine Bar and it’s about as authentic as you can get.  If you live in Denver and are reading this…GO – but please call and invite me first.  It’s incredibly cozy and romantic, the waiters are intimidatingly knowledgeable, and the food is to die for.  We indulged happily in a beautiful cocktail, delicious wine, and the fact that even on the website they encourage you to linger.  No rushing through this experience allowed.

I can’t wait to bring my dad the next time he visits.  It just might be the place to finally convince them to move here.

Finally on Sunday Jon and I indulged in some lazy alone time at home of which I will spare you any boring photo’s.  We lounged around, did some Hawaii research, I blogged/facebooked and of course we watched about 45 hours of football.

I wish every weekend could be just like this one.