Five Stars: A Recipe for a Perfect Weekend.

2 bunches, Tuberose and lillies purchased by the boyfriend on Thursday.
1 Housekeeper on Friday.
Generous amount of coffee, to taste.
1/2 jar, William's Sonoma Belgium Waffle Mix
2 tickets, Laguna Beach's Sawdust Festival for Saturday.
2 albums, recommend Nico's Chelsea Girl & Passion Pit's Gossamer (substitutions accepted)
2 tickets and a parking pass to Sigur Ros at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery for Sunday. (here)
2 servings each, prosciutto, salami, goat cheese & apricot preserves, crackers, balsamic marinated mozzarella, fresh basil, cashews, grapes, cut strawberries and a baguette separated into two large tupperware containers, with individual ingredients separated as necessary. (see: below)

The most uptight picnic ever.
Hell, no one's ever accused me of being
Easy Going. 

2 perfect margaritas*, served over ice in never been used Vera Wang hi ball tumblers.

*For Margaritas: 2 parts Patron Silver, 

1 part Rose's Sweet Lime Juice, 1 part contreau. Fresh cut limes to taste. 

Salt as desired.

Sprinkle all ingredients generously with the feeling of having all the time in the world.

I had the weekend off.
A weekend off, for No Reason other than it was a weekend.
A weekend to Be.
To buy art for the living room.
To listen to music.

To discover that, yes, I have in fact finally found a man that will dress up as Richie Tennenbaum to my Margot.
To do my hair and to be told I'm beautiful.
To learn that a Lazy Sunday is preferential to a Sunday Funday.
To make bad jokes and to sing unabashedly in the car.

To sit quietly on Pinterest, every once and a while calling him over to look at things of interest.
To just Be Together.

A weekend that makes you want for as many ways to say the word 'Love' as the Inuit have for 'Snow'.

I love him like fifty six words for snow.