What Weekend?

I finally managed to pick the lock on my unsocial cage and ran around all weekend like I was sixteen again. But with my own car. And no curfew (unless you count an expectant boyfriend who is waiting for hot wings).

Friday, I had sushi for lunch with a friend from work. No biggie. I do that a lot. Lunch with work friends, not sushi. (Unfortunately.) Then, I was supposed to have coffee with Ashley (friend from high school) but the coffee place was closed (sigh) so we went to a new restaurant called Razor's Edge. (If you live in Northwest Arkansas, that name makes perfect sense. Razorbacks, anyone? It still sounds like a salon name to me, however.) While there, we caught up and split an order of "Killer Fries". Which I paid for (in all ways). Lots of fun, though. And lots of girl time. I was like "OMG, I actually feel like a silly 23-year-old girl with no worries." FUN!

Saturday. No plans. Then Mom calls and off we go on a day of shopping and perusing. Me, with no money, still found two books (Stephen King's On Writing and Piers Anthony's Castle Roogna), lots of candy (for trick-or-treaters, of course) and two dance pads for DDR and a new game. I was living the high life, for sure. But, by the time I got home, I was ready to call it a day. (The Killer Fries were still doing their best to lay me low.)

That didn't happen. About 8 p.m., Boyfriend's friends show up already half-smashed. So, what do we do? Proceed to get drunk (well, they did. I had ONE beer) and play DDR (that's Dance Dance Revolution for those of you who aren't geeks). Hilarity ensues. I kick everyone's butt. Though, really, they didn't have a chance. They leave around midnight. Half of my trick-or-treater candy is gone. :(

Sunday. I make breakfast for two and then, over a cup of coffee, start working on DRAGON QUEEN. I know, I'm such a good girl, right? Boyfriend (who is wonderful) is cleaning house. I start feeling a tad guilty (and distracted--there is really nothing sexier than a man washing dishes), so I pitch in. And then I start eyeballing the dining room and living room. What happens? Let's rearrange! The dining room and living room look so much better now (and cleaner). My novel, however, is only a few paragraphs longer than what it was.

Mom shows up. We go to an auction. Buy $5 worth of stuff. I bought butterfly trivets, a chili dog (I learned absolutely nothing from the fries incident) and a diet coke. Antiques were being bought for NOTHING (and if I'd had a few hundred dollars in my pocket, I would have come home with an antique bed, a parlor set, and a hand crank washing machine).

Other friend from high school texts me (this would be Tiffany) and we decide to get together. So, as soon as I leave the auction, I'm on my way to her house. We go out to eat (I have a turkey sandwich this time) and then go SHOPPING. Old Navy. Target. I end up buying blouses and pants for work (writing them off as, well, I NEED them). Get call from Boyfriend. "Will you please bring me home some hot wings?" Of course.

But, before we head home, we have to get Coffee! So Tiffany and I munch white chocolate-covered pretzels and sip mochas. It is now 8:30 p.m. My body is starting to shut down. I drop Tiffany off. Go home. Boyfriend loves me so much more now that I brought him hot wings. I watch Stargate SG-1 and then pass out.

And, for some reason, I had dreams about vikings. And treasure. And zeppelins. Weird.

But, my point is, I need another weekend.