The Beast was responsible for two weeknight dinners in a row. I know, right? Like, it’s totally shocking.
He picked up a gigantic flank steak on his day off yesterday, marinated it, grilled it and served it with little yellow roasted potatoes and Boston leaf lettuce. All I had to do when I got home was make the cilantro garlic sauce.
We both agreed that it was one of the best dinners we’ve ever had. It was restaurant quality. No joke.
After five days of alone time at the cottage, and seven days of not showering, the Beast arrived on Friday night in order to celebrate his 29th birthday over the weekend. He was wearing a navy blazer and a tie. We headed straight for the dock and had ourselves a drink.
Maybe it was on account of not really talking to anybody for five days, but I found everything the Beast said to be particularly hilarious.
On Saturday afternoon, after spending the morning shopping for a week’s worth of food and alcohol, the Beast and I drove to Five Guys. That’s a hamburger chain that first opened up in Arlington, Virginia in 1986. There’s a location at Weston Road and highway 7. The Beast has been there a few times with his boyfriends but this was my inaugural visit.
Waiting in line.
Beast: I’m getting a cheeseburger. What about you?
Foodie: Me too. And I’ll have a regular order of fries.
Beast: The cajun fries are really good. Want to share an order of those?
Foodie: Ah, no thanks. First, I don’t “share” fries and second, ” I just want plain fries.”