A couple of weeks ago, Nikhil invited me on a boat cruise of the Chicago harbour. His friend's wife was planning a party for his friend who just defended his PhD thesis and a bunch of his close friends were getting together to celebrate his graduation. Honoured just to be invited, of course I said yes - and immediately hit up Kohl's for a new dress.
It was a pretty big deal. I was going to be meeting all of his nearest and dearest friends in a single night and a) he felt comfortable enough to ask me to join him, and b) he doesn't take introductions of girls to those closest to him lightly. I was super excited, and only a little bit nervous about the whole affair.
The plan was that his best friend and his friend's roommate were going to drive up from Iowa and hang out with us at Nikhil's apartment for the day before having dinner and heading to the cruise. We started the day on Saturday like we normally do - me going to Zumba and him to soccer with the promise to meet up later in the afternoon. While he went home to shower and meet the guys, I baked a couple of batches of cookies to take with me (I'm no dummy - I know how to win over a male audience) and packed my bags for the weekend.
Saturday was HOT and lugging around a bunch of stuff on the CTA trains and buses in the middle of the afternoon had me sweating in no time - so much for looking awesome upon arrival - and I arrived fashionably late as usual. When I got there I met his friends and the jokes started flowing immediately, which to me meant that things were already going pretty well. They dove in to the cookies and praised my culinary prowess between mouthfuls - score! - while I had a bit of lunch that Nikhil had made for us. We waited for one more guy to show up and join our party before heading out to a local bar to have a couple of drinks and get the party started.
Nikhil told the guys to go on ahead and save us a table while we hung back for a bit. He had forgotten his wallet in his car and had to go get it, but really I think he just wanted some alone time with us since we ended up walking slowly together, hand in hand to the bar - giving the guys ahead ample space.
After some fun bar conversation and a couple of beers, we headed home again. The guys went to score some hookah at a hookah bar, but again, Nikhil stayed back with me and we napped on the couch to refresh ourselves for the evening. When the guys returned, we all decided that it was time to get ready, so I retired with my dress and make-up to his roommate's bathroom and left them to it. I had a shower, did my hair and make-up, and put on my new purple maxi-halter dress and a pair of borrowed earrings that matched perfectly. I felt like a million bucks. A couple of sprays of perfume and a deep breath and I emerged from the bedroom to all four guys sitting on the couch awaiting my arrival. And I couldn't have asked for a better response:
Nikhil was all smiles. And the rest of the guys were all nodding in approval. I quickly went to put my bag back in his room and then returned to the couch to snuggle up next to him. He leaned over and kissed my cheek and whispered "so pretty" in my ear. Now I'm grinning too for sure.
Time to go, and he escorted me out the door with the rest of the entourage as we headed for Navy Pier (with a stop at D4 first to meet the group).
Well - the night was fantastic. I met the rest of "the family" as they called themselves - his friends and their wives/girlfriends. They are all such wonderful people and I felt instantly comfortable and like one of the crew. We boarded the boat and enjoyed the most beautiful, breezy evening right up on the open bow overlooking the Chicago skyline with a lightning show in the distance. We kissed and held each other as the waves lapped the side of the boat, and we danced and celebrated with his buddies on the dance floor. The only bad thing about the night was the food at the buffet - ew gross - but everything else was pretty darned perfect.
Not wanting the night to end, we all headed to another bar to keep going until the wee hours once the boat docked at the Pier. More drinks, more dancing, more fun with my man and the people who matter most in his life.
I lost count of my drinks. I ate too much crappy food. I definitely didn't get enough sleep. But I was on Cloud Nine and that's all that mattered to me. After many good-byes and see-you-soons, we piled in a cab and headed home. The sun was coming up as we bid each other goodnight and passed out in/on the various rooms and surfaces of the apartment. I enjoyed another hot shower while listening to the drone of four drunk guys sawing logs. Hilarious.
Sunday we stayed in bed. I had planned on a 6.5 mile run which we started out the day with every intention of doing. But as the hours ticked by, it became pretty apparent that it wasn't going to happen. We did surface and go out into the world twice - once for brunch around 2pm and again to get ingredients for dinner around 10pm. The rest of the day was spent cuddling, napping, and enjoying each others' company in the best of all possible ways :). There is no doubt in my mind that I am falling hard for this guy. He makes it hard for me not to. We are so very compatible in so many ways - not to mention he spoils me rotten and treats me like an absolute princess. A girl can get used to these things! Sunday night ended with a shared bottle of wine, delicious chicken curry that we made together, and a romantic night on his balcony overlooking the city. Neither one of us wanted the night to end.
Monday morning came too early. I needed to make an early a.m. appointment to get the rest of my shots for Africa, so I rushed out of the house before he was out of the shower. Thankfully, I had business to attend to downtown for the morning, so I called him up for a lunch date. I sprung him from work around 1pm and we walked over to Greek town and shared some Spanikopita and Greek salad. We walked to a nearby park and shared a quick cuddle before returning to our respective places of employment for the afternoon. Sigh. I could do that every day and never get bored of it. I swear.
The fun definitely ended this morning when I stepped on the scale. My big loss from last week was swallowed up in a sea of alcohol and bad eating - but as it did after the long weekend binge of a few weeks back, this weight too shall leave, and soon I'd imagine. I skipped my morning run today in favour of getting caught up on more of my sleep, and then immediately regretted it when I stepped outside and realized that it was an insanely beautiful day weather-wise. My sleepy-time rational of 'I'll just ride my bike to work today' was also squandered by the remembrance of a post-work meeting tonight on the far north side. Too far to ride my bike to. Bummer.
Fast forward to the end of today though and my meeting is canceled. Hmmm. Maybe I can get that run in after all. I work a little late to get caught up on some stuff on my desk and head out into the late evening air. It's BEAUTIFUL and cool and breezy. Yes. I'm running tonight. I grab a latte for the bus ride home since dinner will have to wait. Get home, get my gear on quickly, and bust out the door - raring to go. And go I did. I ran, and ran, and ran. And smiled. And sang along to my music. My heart is happy and my legs know it. I could have kept going all night. I ran for 90 minutes straight. My goal was 6.5 miles to make up for Sunday. I finally called it quits at 7. Seven miles. Cloud Nine. I've never run that far. And I feel amazing.
So what if I gained a few water-weight pounds over the weekend? I just ran seven miles. I have the most wonderful boyfriend in the world. And my heart is so happy it could burst. I'm a lucky girl and I know it. I'm making things happen for myself right now and all of my hard work is paying off in spades. When times get tough, at least I have this blog to come back and read.
Cloud Nine. And loving every minute of it.