With so much travel occupying my weeks, my weekends can get quite blurry. Here's my last one in a nutshell.
Last Friday I got off the plane from Providence and headed home. As I pulled up, so did a few friends. Another friend showed up later that evening. We had dinner, a few drinks, played crazy card games (Fluxx is awesome!), and watched a couple of really warped movies. I went to bed somewhere around 4am.
8:30am on Saturday and I'm up, of course. We lounged around the house quite a bit. Towards the afternoon we did a little shopping, stopped by a friends house, changed clothes, and then went to a housewarming party. A few more drinks, a stripper pole, lots of people dressed very nice. Jess and I left early and headed home. I think we went to be around 11:30pm.
7:30am on Sunday and I'm up again. Jess and I bum around the house a bit and then head out around 10:00am. We stop by Fry's for a little shopping then go to my dad's for Father's Day lunch. We had a great lunch and a couple of beers outside as my nieces and nephews played on the water slide. Then my dad and my brother and I played poker over a bottle of Don Julio. Jess drove home. We got home very late, threw some wash in, started packing my bags and then went to bed.
6:30am on Monday I woke up, finished packing and got ready to leave. Jess brought me to the airport at about 8:30am. I get to NYC that afternoon, check in to my hotel, wander the streets a bit, and get rained on. Then I meet up with a couple of friends, have too many martinis, followed by my first ever oyster experience, followed by sushi and sake. Finding my way home on the subway and then trying to remember which side of Broadway my hotel was on was fun. I made it back to the hotel before 12 and was in bed before 1.
Which brings me to now.
When I think back over it all it seems very busy and very rushed. But, in reality, I enjoyed every minute of it and, except for feeling like I was rushed Monday morning, never felt as though I was doing too much with too little.
