Last weekend my social calendar had more items on it than the previous three months combined. On Saturday I drove to DC to meet up with Erika and then we continued down 95 to meet up with Lindsey and Sarah and it was excellent. Then I drove the three hours back to Baltimore, took a power nap and went out for a Daylight Savings Day celebratory dinner (Daylight Savings Day is my favorite holiday of the year and I cannot even express how happy I am that it’s extended this year) at a (semi) new Lebanese restaurant, followed by a movie at the (somewhat) new Landmark movie theater downtown. Verdict on the restaurant: de-freakin-licious; verdict on the movie theater: a little pricey and possibly too trendy for its own good, but well worth for the sole reason that it’s within walking distance and we didn’t have to cruise around for three hours looking for a parking spot when we got home.
I rang in the new year of Daylight Savings by staying up with insomnia until 3am, which was actually 4am thanks to the pesky lost hour that comes with my beloved DST, and then I got up bright and early and drove to Annapolis to meet up with my friend Tinna. We got kicked out a bridal shop for not having an appointment (dear snotty peoples: WE WERE JUST LOOKING! No need to follow us around like we were about to stuff a wedding dress into our purses and run), went out for lunch and did some shopping.
And then I came home and passed out for three days because that’s more fun that I usually have in a year.
This weekend, Joel left for spring training with his team and I have exactly NOTHING planned. I have no problem being alone and I don’t consider myself codependent or anything, but last year I was unpleasantly surprised at how lonely I got on the weekends he was gone. Most weekends, I am on my own while Joel is away at races or practices. I have no problem filling my time, and the weekend always flies by at an impossible speed and Monday morning is hitting me in the head with a baseball bat before I can say “TGIF!” But without the knowledge that my betrothed is coming home at some time, even if he leaves before I wake up and comes home when I'm already asleep, this weird time warp takes over our house and the weekend starts to drag on. I think I almost looked forward to going to work for a milisecond last year, and that's unacceptable. Weekends must be enjoyed for all they're worth and must -- by definition -- be too short.
So here’s "baching it", to keeping busy, and to watching enough Law and Order to make my eyes bleed!