Yeah, let's do that again.
My long weekend:
- drinks with a friend
- a long chat with someone I needed a long chat with
- an attic sale in a basement
- a motorcycle blessing sans motorcycles
- pie
- lunch in plaid
- drinks in a bar, crashed by unwelcome morris dancers
- drinks in a different bar, populated by very welcome and much-beloved morris dancers
- morris dancing
- dinner with great conversation, entirely adequate food, and just the right amount of tickling and sliding under the table
- ice cream
- not enough cleaning — but not none cleaning
- plenty of sleep and a little reading (the Boxcar Children found human remains!)
- breakfast of homemade blueberry pancakes, eggs, and perfect avocado, eaten on a fire escape while watching a small-town Memorial Day parade
- bowling
- Arrested Development
Really, my life does not get a lot better than this.
3 comments:
That really does sound just about perfect.
Right! Oh, and I leftout the movies! I saw Heathers and My Girl and Three Amigos (though to be fair, I slept through a lot of Three Amigos).
It was kind of startling to be a welcome morris dancer in a bar. We're not often unwelcome, but we're usually objects of bemused curiosity. Only later do barfolk discover that we always tip well.
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