The first week back after the holidays is always a beast. Physically dragging my hungover, cake-stuffed self onto a treadmill and forcing it to run felt like a metaphor for pretty much everything this week; it all took longer than normal, was sweatier than normal and had a real and true lack of wine (spoiler alert: Dry January BLOWS.) In the midst of trying to climb back on the horse // get back on the wagon // get my sh*t together, though, I still found moments for fun. Last night, Tony and I had dinner with his dad and stepmom at Union, a restaurant I've been dying to try, and I pretended that not drinking for a month gave me carte blanche to inhale a bowl of buttery pasta and still be "on a diet." (#worthit) Afterward, we drove around South Pasadena with all the windows down, listening to music and fantasizing about what it would be like to live there (probably a lot like living in "Father of the Bride," I would imagine.) It was a cozy and sweet way to end a hectic week. Today, we're going to a Golden Globes event where I'm told I'll get my hair and nails done simply because I'm Mrs. Cavalero (gonna ride them coattails down any red carpet we're allowed!!), and this weekend I'm looking forward to curling up with a book, watching the Globes on Sunday with friends and continuing to find excuses not to unpack from the holidays. HAPPY WEEKEND! Here's what I'm grateful for right now...View Article
