I am Really Good at Weekends.

Seriously, I rock at the weekends. It all started Thursday for me... which is my favorite day of the week. My Thursday and Friday were really awesome...as I wrote about here and here.

But the weekend, the weekend put those two days to shame.

Friday when I left work, where I officially mark the start of the weekend, I headed home to meet my boyfriend for his Brazilian Birthday celebration.

And a celebration it was. We had dinner at Fogo de Chao and it was one hell of a meal, as usual.

The meat is obviously their signature, but the Fried Polenta and Caramelized Bananas are out of this world good. I forgot how much I love them, and then realized the little gaucho men had bought 3 or 4 rounds of them! Delicious!

That evening ended with a trip to the rooftop hot tub where we watched the lights from ACL Fest dancing across the sky and a play by play of the concerts from my little sister and a buddy of hers. They got pretty animated after a brewski or two when describing the hipsters with lensless glasses, hilarious.

Saturday started with the standard trip to Juan in a Million. And while the service, usually fast as lightning, was slow as Christmas this particular morning, the comida was still excellent...and filling.

And to negate all those carbs at breakfast, a bike ride over to Barton Springs was in order. The thought was that the ride would be hectic through the ACL traffic, but once there the big grassy hill would be perfect for some mid-day relaxation. And it was. But before that, the bike ride was not hectic at all. A little bob-and-weave action here and there but a quick 10 or 15 minute ride from my condo, 3 bucks at the gate, and the blanket was spread and the water felt glorious.

AND I WENT OFF THE DIVING BOARD. Now this may seem trivial to some, but I have always been terrified of heights and diving boards, no matter the height, were always lumped into the will-not-even-attempt category...

...not on Saturday. After a little pep talk and some careful observation of other jumpers, I went three times. What a rush! I'm proud of myself, but also a little sad for little girl Sara Marie who never got wasted hours at a pool doing this. Oh well…plenty of time to still do that.

Now as you can see from the picture, Barton Springs was a ghost town. And here is the craziest part, you could hear the ACL music. So for 3 bucks you could chill on the big hill with all the room you could possibly need and listen to the band....without $185 wristbands and sweaty hipsters with lensless glasses.

And after doing this for an hour or so these funny gray, mountain looking/cotton candy things in the sky were appearing. RAIN CLOUDS!!!! At first, it seemed too farfetched that a rain shower could actually occur, but after a little thunder and a few sprinkles my boyfriend and I jumped back on our bikes and raced home to miss getting poured on.

The rest of Saturday was spent going out with a few friends to celebrate an upcoming wedding. We hit Hula Hut for dinner and Gibson Bar for some drinks afterwards. Both spots were a great time.

Sunday was family day...and chores... basic Sunday things. And while my fantasy team (SMK's Future Husbands) is losing miserably, Tony Romo finally decided to not choke under pressure, which was a pleasant surprise. Go Boys.

Oh, and the Yankees have a 4.5 game lead with 11 left to play. Phenomenal. #28

Have a great Monday folks!

xoxo Sara Marie