WEEKEND HAPPENINGS

If you know me or if you have read any recent post, you are probably acutely aware of the fact that I love holidays; Valentine's Day especially. My celebration stretched over two days because why not and because Jackson's fraternity semiformal happened to fall on the 14th and it's a little tough to have a private celebration with two hundred people around you. 

Friday, 10 AM.   Diana and I stopped by Nashville's newest chocolate shop, Tempur, across from Germantown Cafe. 

Hot chocolate with homemade cinnamon whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top? PRETTY PLEASE. We sampled a few truffles and headed out with a daintily wrapped box of sweets. Tempur also offers pairings featuring truffles, chocolates, wines, cheeses, jams, and charcuterie. Needless to say, we'll be back soon. 

Friday 6 pm.   Jackson and I ventured over to Patterson House for our separate Valentine's celebration. Let's be real: Patterson is pretty much as cool as it gets. Even their vague website and refusal to take reservations oozes that mysterious speakeasy vibe. Patterson has notoriously delicious and complex cocktails, many of which feature finer whiskeys (Jackson's fave) so the beau knew he was in for a treat. He did not expect, however, that his first time at Patterson House would yield, in his words, the "most wonderful tater tots in the world."

 Visit Music City

Visit Music City

 Michael W. Bunch. 

Michael W. Bunch. 

This leads us to gifts. Valentine's Day gifts. My top love language for both giving and receiving is gifts; this is closely followed by words of affirmation. This explains my love of handwritten letters as they are both a gift and words of affirmation. Hint: send me letters! I always respond. All to say, we do gifts pretty often. There doesn't need to be an occasion. So I mentally designate Valentine's day as an opportunity for us to give things that we can share, things that bring us together, like an activity or a concert or a picnic blanket.

Remember how I mentioned that we both love whiskey? Well, that's partly or maybe mainly because we fell back in love in Edinburgh, Scotland, learning about and tasting Scotch and haggis and adventuring through the ancient castles. Impossibly mushy, I know. But it's a fact.

We didn't plan this, but we both got each other things related to that experience. I got Jackson a seat at the table for the Whiskey 101 event that the Nashville mixologist duo Pour Taste is hosting at the Skillery this Thursday. Jackson got me a bottle of Edradour, my favorite Scotch from the smallest distillery in Scotland. It is pretty tough to find and it's vanilla, cinnamon, caramel, smoky, zingy scrumptiousness. 

After a few hours and a few cocktails, we called it a night - a very wonderful night.

Saturday 10 am.  #treatyourself so I decided to give a new nail salon a try after hearing rave reviews from my co-workers at Anthropologie. The Nail Bar just launched their Green Hills location and the hype is well deserved. We're talkin' infinite color selection and 24 lotion fragrances.

 Yelp

Yelp

 Yelp

Yelp

Saturday 12 pm.  Baja Burrito is the Chik Fil-A of the Mexican food world in the sense that the day that I most crave their burritos and the only day that they are closed is Sunday. It had been two Sundays in a row that I'd wanted Baja and couldn't have it, so Jackson, being the thoughtful and wise man that he is, suggested that he take me there on Saturday. YUM. Burritos are love.  

 Ron Manville, The Tennessean. 

Ron Manville, The Tennessean. 

Saturday 2 pm.   Our suite put on a little Valentine's day cookie party, complete with hot chocolate and pigs-in-a-blanket. Don't question it. A number of friends stopped by to bake and decorate and indulge and chat. It was a lovely time. 

 Here's a blurry iPhone snap to prove that the party was raging.

Here's a blurry iPhone snap to prove that the party was raging.

Saturday 7 pm.   BYX Valentine's Semi-Formal! I practically live for fancy occasions. I love any excuse to put on a party dress.  We had an absolute blast at the Musicians' Hall of Fame. We danced the night away (read: my legs still hurt). 

I hope your weekend was filled with chocolate and cheer.

xoxo,

em