For me, a great weekend is striking the perfect balance between doing what you want to do and doing what you need to do. I had a great weekend.
Friday night I went out to dinner with my brother and sister-in-law (and friends) for her birthday. I was able to make it home so that I could ride with them and not have to worry about how much I had to drink. That was the best move of the night. The frozen margaritas at Lauriol Plaza are lovely. I was feeling quite nice after 3 of those bad boys. That’s an extremely popular restaurant in DC, so there was a 2 hour wait to be seated for dinner. We had some great conversation and laughs and some folks know a lot more about me. I was actually shocked that one girl didn’t know that I was going through a divorce. I need to do better at wearing my details on my sleeve. 😉
Saturday I woke up at my brother’s house, drove home, signed my lease renewal and my sister in law came over to talk business ideas. We laughed and hung out until my brother came over, at which time we left him, went to the organic market, came home and fantasized about cooking. We flaked and went for sushi instead, then coffee and then the cops showed up, talking to the man from the sushi bar and they took off around the building looking for someone who was apparently there the night before. This situation is very strange in the ‘burbs. Everyone was sitting outside with their families, watching the police, chilling and chatting. I gave my brother the “what in the hell are you waiting for” look. He, well acclimated to the ‘burbs, said, “Oh, are you ready to go?” Me: “You’ve obviously forgotten your ‘hood skills. We don’t sit around and watch with 5-0 chasing someone. Not this close, at least.” He laughed and we got in the truck and left, expeditiously. We came back to my apartment and talked. They went home and my brother went to work, only to realize he wasn’t supposed to work that night. I talked to my sissy until 2am and polished off a bottle of red wine. I went to bed and slept until noon.
Sunday “morning” I got up, went to the grocery store, cleaned the kitchen, baked a rum cake for sissy’s birthday and banana bread for me, because my bananas were going to go bad. I made dinner for the week, did laundry and ….watched FOOTBALL!!! Brother and sissy came to get the cake. They ate dinner. We watched Baisden After Dark — which stirred up all kinds of conversation about “maintenance men” and whether size matters. They went home. I finished up my laundry. That was it. My whole weekend.
It was great!!
I love doing just what I feel like doing and still managing to squeeze in a little productivity.
Last weekend I cleaned out and washed my car –with my own hands!!! You have no idea how big of an accomplishment that was. I live out of my car and anyone who’s ever ridden with me knows exactly what that means. Now I’m in bad shape if I get stranded in a collapsed tunnel. All of my “essentials” are in their proper places: dirty clothes hamper, dishwasher, closet, silverware drawer, pantry, medicine cabinet, wine rack and shower.
Did you guys have a good weekend? What’s a perfect one for you?
UPDATE: Oh, and please weigh in on maintenance men and whether size matters too!!!