We made it, chicks (well, almost, anyway). My advice? Coast through the next few hours of work and then put your feet up, take a run, watch a movie, go have a beer…
Whatever makes you happy.
Because that’s what long weekends are for, right?
Onto the five things making my skirt fly up (in the words of PW) this weekend:
1. Last night I did something writing-intensive that did not have to do with this blog. Not that it was good because it wasn’t this blog. But it reminded me that I don’t just like to blog, I like to write. Thanks for the reminder, world.
2. I’ve barely a plan to stand on this weekend, and that is just the way I like it. I’m sure things will pop up, but I’m not obligated to be six thousand places in three days, and for that, I am eternally grateful.
3. Farmer’s Market this weekend! September is about as peak harvest as you can get, so I’m taking all of my pennies, and in the spirit of the weekend, not planning anything. I’m just gonna snatch up what looks good. Vegetables, fruits, cheese, cute dogs (hey, anything goes!), they’re all fare game. And then, I’m gonna cook the shit out of my produce, in my apron. With my tasting spoon.
4. Weather.com tells me it’s going to be both sunny and in the seventies all weekend. Goodbye AC! Hello deck sitting. Things are coming together here, chicks.
5. Last night I was thumbing through some old journals (because I’ve been keeping them since 1990- I obviously can’t keep my mouth shut), and I have determined a couple of things about myself:
- When I was younger, I was more generous. I did things like go to soup kitchens and sleep in boxes to raise money for the homeless (yeah, I don’t get it anymore either). I’m a little concerned fifteen year-old Nikki would be disappointed in me if she showed up. Must get back to giving back.
- I have always been so very nerdy. A direct quote from 1992: “I’ve had back luck but this is the worst luck I’ve ever had. THE BOOK FAIR POSTPONED!!! …the book fair is a very special event to me.” Whoa, girl. Part of me is beet red thinking about that but more of me completely gets what she’s saying.
- My dramatic-ness peaked not with that shameful book fair entry, but instead with sophomore year of college. Please, let me put this on record. JW- sorry. I was maybe a tidge over dramatic. Thanks for living with me anyway
Well, dear readers, I could go on about embarrassing tales from my youth, but they really just don’t end, and I don’t want to keep you from your holiday weekend. Enjoy, chickpeas!