I had the opportunity to eat at Peasant Saturday night — the wine bar downstairs. Not only did I have good company, interesting conversation, and my favorite dish there (the octopus — delicious), but I thoroughly enjoyed the music, despite it being a tad too loud for my taste. The Police, Hall & Oates, David Bowie, and my favorite song of the evening, which we heard on our way out — "The Promise," by When in Rome. That song is tucked into one of my many mix tapes that I made back in high school, and I’m really not even sure I’ve heard it since, but oddly enough, the lyrics flooded right back. I’m convinced that an inordinate portion of my memory is consumed by eighties song lyrics.
The rest of my weekend was fairly relaxing, and included a trip to Ikea, a welcome back BBQ for Bill, brunch with some of the girls and some quality time on the couch. Ahhh.