Weekend Recap: Beer Pong, Cemeteries, & Pesto Chicken Club Sandwiches (Plus a Little Growth)
This weekend had a little bit of everything - chaotic, cozy, spooky, and sun-drenched. Honestly, the best kind.
It started Friday night with drinks and a little… tension. Eric and I had our first real conflict as a new couple. Nothing explosive, just one of those awkward misunderstandings that sneak in when you’re still learning each other’s rhythms. My BPD brain wanted to spiral - bad. But I paused. Took a breath. I named the trigger and didn’t let it run the show. And because we talked through it (like real adults, who even are we?), we ended up closer instead of further apart.
From there, the night flipped into full chaos in the best way. We met up with friends and somehow found ourselves in the basement of a random dive bar, absolutely crushing it in beer pong. The college frat party vibes, sticky floors, and the sweet, sweet sounds of plastic cups clinking. I channeled all my unresolved college energy and, not to brag, but I kind of carried our team. (Okay, I’m bragging).
Saturday was the opposite vibe - peasceful and soft. A slow morning on the couch with Penny curled next to me while Eric went for a run. I caught up on blog work and just enjoyed the stillness. Then came the highlight: a breakfast date with the most elite sandwich - bacon, egg, cheese, hash brown, chipotle mayo, and ketchup on a kaiser roll. It deserves a shrine.
That afternoon we toured a cemetery. It was hot, buggy, and weirdly perfect. My inner history nerd was eating it up - spooky stories, crumbing headstones, and that eerie calm that makes you feel like you’re walking through forgotten time.
After that, we hit the public pool for a dip, then went home to cook dinner together: pesto chicken club sandwiches that slapped harder than they had any right to. We ended the night with Interstellar, which is basically a religious experience for Eric. I cried. Again.
Sunday’s plan? Sun, books, pool, and then catching up on Love Island, because there’s nothing like watching beautiful strangers flirt and argue over iced coffee.
All in all, it was a weekend full of contrasts - connection and conflict, rest and movement, laughter and relfection. And honesty? I’m proud of how I showed up for myself and my relationships. Growth looks good on us.
xo,
Devon
