So can I just tell you how completely awesome it is to have three-day weekends during the summer? It is. It's heaven. It's like a little gift, every week. Sure, the four, 10-hour days are long and arduous ... but the payoff is so worth it.
Ergo, I am determined to squeeze every last bit of summer out of summer, right up until we go back to five-day workweeks with the start of the fall season around the college. August 10 is my last long weekend, and until then, I intend to enjoy weekends like the one that just passed.
What's so special about that, you ask? Well, lemme give you the lowdown.
It started off not as intended. By the end of the day Thursday, I was pretty tired, so when I got home, my heart was not excited about getting in the car and driving to Wisconsin ... so I dawdled around the house. Did my laundry, watched a little television, went to bed early and decided the drive would wait until morning. And, of course, when I arrived at Amber and Jeremiah's, I was greeted like a long-lost relative (who had only been "lost" for a few weeks, but what does that matter?) I got my hair cut, and arrived back at the house with plenty of day left for swimming. Let me tell you, there is nothing in the world I enjoy more than suiting up for a day with water. A good book, a floppy hat, and SPF 15 ... I'm set.
Dinner was burgers on the grill and sweet corn (with chipotle mayo; try it). Then it was time to primp and head to Bobby Rockets for the best karaoke anywhere ever. I tried a few new songs, including Pat Benetar's "We Belong" ... which was almost awesome but I should've tried it earlier in the evening. Anyway, it was big fun. Along with me, Amber and Jeremiah, we were treated to Jamie's company, too, so our table was full and we had a fantastic night.
Saturday morning we slept in. See? Bliss. Then we went to breakfast (lobster quiche? seriously?) and headed back to the house so I could get a massage. How is it that, in one small area, I have found the best hairstylist (Leah at Americuts), massage therapist (Jeremiah Micholichek; for serious) and the best karaoke (Brew City Music)? And how is it that although I live in a major metropolitan area (hello, Chicago?) I can't find anything even remotely similar here? Not that it matters; I love having an excuse to just get away. What an easy thing to embrace. So, anyway, my massage ... dear heaven, it was wonderful! Jeremiah found and worked through all my knots. Perfection.
Then it was time to head over to Dale's for drinks and dinner. I met up with him and Trent, and soon Candy joined us. Music, laughter, sandwiches and cold beer - how else would you create a perfect Sunday afternoon? We sat and talked until far later in the evening than I intended. One tends to linger around the campfire. All too soon, I was headed home.
Because on Sunday morning, I was a Warrior! Time for my second annual Warrior Dash - mud, sweat and beer. Linda and I headed to Channahon (way down by where I work) for the 5k wrapped up in obstacles and swathed in mud and fire. It was incredible. If you want to learn more about that, you'll have to check out my health and wellness blog for the full report.
After the race, Linda and I parted ways so I could go to Dad's house for Father's Day - the traditional ribs-on-the-grill sorta meal, accompanied by my borrowing his laundry room so I could go home sans mud.
Dinner was delicious. My family, typically awesome. And far too soon, I had to head home. By the time I walked in the door of my third-floor penthouse, it was pretty much time to go straight to bed. Which was okay with me, because let's face it; the weekend was perfect. Why would I ask for more?