Before leaving for our friend's birthday party, around 9 p.m. Greg and I lay down to have a little half-hour nap.
And then...errrrrrrrrr...it was instantly 2 a.m.?
Yes, we slept through Alyssa's birthday. Us = accidental assholes.
The only upside is that we woke up on Sunday morning at the unprecedented hour of 7:45.
So we had lots of time to make a nice breakfast:
Lima beans with toasted garlic. Scrambled eggs with kale in a toasted flour tortilla. Apple slices. Coffee and juice.
We also cleaned and vacuumed the entire apartment, put a bunch of stuff out on the curb, sorted our mountain of laundry, washed and dried it, did an hour of freelance work, cooked a turkey and trimmings, went to the Met and saw a million paintings, talked to family on the phone, and watched The Hound of the Baskervilles.