I gave myself a three-day weekend last week, and spent my bonus day (Friday) having a terrific time with my sister-in-law and nephews at the arboretum. Saturday and Sunday, however – the actual weekend part of my weekend – were chock full of nothing. I went to Eastern Market at one point solely to fend off starvation, but otherwise, I had not a single thing to take up my time.
Contrast this with, say, tomorrow:
- I’m getting together with two sets of out out-of-town friends (Marlene & Chris are coming from Richmond with their baby daughter, and Dan & Kim are visiting from New York with their two sons) for brunch/market day/general hanging around starting at about 10 am. It’s not often I get to hang out with my college friends on my turf, so I am really looking forward to this. Also: there will be a baby to snuggle.
- I’ll be leaving my friends around 2:30 to hop on the bus to Nationals Park, where I’ll meet my brother for our first baseball game of the season. The game doesn’t start until 4, but we need to be early to get the free giveaway for my nephews: Stephen Strasburg bobbleheads.
- We’ll pass the time until the first pitch – and, I expect, the first four or five innings – at the stadium’s Red Porch bar, watching the Caps-Bruins playoff game. (Go Caps!)
- When the baseball game is done, I’ll run home, change my clothes, and head out (late) to the fundraiser for my friend Michael’s play that I wrote about earlier in the week. With a quick stop en route to feed my friend Lori’s cats.
- If I’m still alive post-party, my friend Megan wants to buy me a belated birthday beer.
All of these things are fun and good and I am glad I am doing them, but oy… It’s a lot for one day. Why couldn’t the baseball at least, and maybe the fundraiser, have been last weekend? Just to balance things out? Ah, well. I am sure I’ll manage, though I may sleep all day Sunday.
Well, unless I do this, that is.