My three-day weekend is nearly at an end. Rudi’s already retired to the bedroom and I’m going to drink my tea and follow suit.

It has been a long weekend — both in length and in how much we squeezed in.

Friday night we went out with friends. We had dinner at a bar (I had a very nice beet salad and an okay cherry bread pudding) and then headed next door to the Black Cat to see Rhett Miller of the Old 97s. I wasn’t familiar with either the singer or the band, but his MySpace clips were pleasant enough and my friends are kind enough not to harass me if I want to hang out in the back instead of squishing up front with the masses. Miller has a nice enough voice and a good ear for melodies, but he plays at being a rock star with lots of head shaking, hair flopping, and arm windmilling which I found distracting. Once I shifted over to the couch next to Sweetpea where Miller was hidden from my view behind a pillar, I enjoyed his performance a lot more.

Saturday, I voted for D.C.’s delegates to the Democratic Convention, ran some errands with Rudi, and then had dinner at a new restaurant with our friends John and Susan. Café Tropé is just a couple blocks from the Burrow and still had available reservations for Restaurant Week earlier that day. The restaurant is French Caribbean with sort of a tapas feel to it. I’m delighted to report that the food was excellent and I’ll be giving it and our earlier Restaurant Week excursion a full report this week.

Sunday, except for our weekly trek to the farmers’ market, I stayed in. Elspeth and Amani and Marcus came over in the evening so we could watch this week’s Jane Austen movie, Northanger Abbey, on PBS. With the exception of a small omission from the novel’s end, I was pleased with the translation to the screen. Next week is Mansfield Park, which I haven’t read (but have seen another adaptation of), so I’m hoping that it’s a fun watch, as well. Oh, and I blocked the pieces of my Everyday Cardigan, so I’m on schedule for an end-of-month completion.

Today was our lowest-key day. Rudi went out for a below-freezing bike ride this morning and I slept practically until noon. I read a little. I started a new quick knit project, which I expect to finish tomorrow.

As I said, it was a long weekend, and I suspect I’ll be glad it’s a short workweek. Rudi heads west on Thursday for some skiing, so the only thing I have planned for next weekend is the Jane Austen watch Sunday night. Lots of time to rest…