It’s Sunday afternoon and despite the lack of anything hugely fantastic or life-changing, I have to say that this has been one of the best weekends ever. The perfect mix of lounging, going out, and eating & drinking.
Seriously: I challenge you to tell me what could be better.
At the risk of sounding dickish and spoiled, I feel compelled to admit that a big part of my enjoyment of this weekend is the utter lack of obligation and responsibility. No pressing, dire errands (other than a fun shopping trip to get Ed some new dress shirts), no sick parents (hallelujah!), no drudgery. Lunch and a cider* at a pub, a movie date with my favorite person, and now a leisurely day of bellinis and bacon before my parents come over for chili and Aggravation? This fucking rules.
In all honesty, even our busy, errand-filled weekends aren’t the worst thing ever. Going to Costco and caring for parents aren’t on par with what POW’s deal with. I know this. But damn. It’s nice to be able to slow down and appreciate what we have and watch a Liam Neeson movie without the looming “We have to leave in 5 minutes or we’ll be late for blahblahblah” feeling.
I highly recommend this. We may need to make a habit of it.
I got a job! I almost wrote that I “can’t” talk about it, but the truth is, I don’t think it’s a good idea. Not because I’m a secret agent or anything (OR AM I?) but because not talking about work (other than in general, positive terms) on the Interweb seems like a good plan. Suffice it to say, I like where I am, what I’m doing, the possibilities for the future, and the fact that my co-workers are rabid coffee drinkers. I believe the term “hardcore addicts” has been thrown around once or twice. Not sure if I’m a joiner or just an impressionable idiot but I have ramped up my consumption from one cup in the morning to… hell, I don’t know. Three? Maybe? Per day. This needs to stop seeing as how I am simultaneously nauseated and unable to sit still at the moment.
I celebrated my 33rd birthday with multiple dinners out, a movie (The King’s Speech is great), and lots of bubbly. Couldn’t ask for much more, could I? Aside from a pug to name Chiquitita, that is.
Look what Ed caught:
Confession: I’ve been half-assedly watching The Bachelor this season. There is a girl from Chico on it, so of course I had to check it out and see if I knew her/her family (answer: no). I got sort of sucked in, but I’ve found that if I want to avoid being completely irritated and worried about the future of the human race, I can’t pay close attention. I’m convinced that if you took a shot every time someone says the words “journey,” “connection,” and/or “for the right reasons” you would be shitfaced within minutes. The Resident Crazy Bitch Who Will Cut You is named Michelle. I sort of love watching her but I also fear for everyone’s safety when she’s around.
So, is it a bad idea to counteract the extreme! caffeine! ingestion with some wine? Because I don’t think I’m going to be able to calm down without chemical intervention.