Corner of Bourbon & Division

I remember when weekends lasted longer than two days.

You think I'm joking, but I'm not. Weekends when I was a kid started at 3pm on Friday afternoon and last until 8am on Monday mornings.

Weekends go by a lot faster than they used to. Of course, so do weekdays, but there are more of those, so it doesn't show as much. Case in point: this weekend. It went by in the blink of an eye, and I didn't get as much done as I thought I would.

Friday night was the first time I went dancing in nearly two weeks, and my body made me pay for it for two days straight. It was well worth it, mind you. I never feel quite so good as when I'm dancing. The only thing that would make dancing better for me would be to have a regular dancing partner. I want to be able to two-step as much as I want, but no one wants to dance with me. I'm constantly stuck having to restrict myself only to the line-dances that mean I can dance by myself (while surrounded by other people, it's true).

If I had to give up everything else I'm doing right now, dancing would be the one activity I'd keep.

Saturday was band practice. We ran through the set list, which went pretty well given the amount of time that's elapsed since we all rehearsed together. We worked on the first of our new songs, and even though I'll be beating my head against the percussion for a long time to come, we can already see where it's going to go. It's pretty exciting.

Working with Random Colour is a vastly satisfying experience. We all have similar temperaments and similar working methods, and so we get a lot done very quickly. Efficiency is our motto. (That and "We need to cut that intro," and possibly "Let's speed this song up!") We had a small band meeting during our break, and we dealt with a number of outstanding issues quickly and efficiently, and painlessly which is most important of all. Consumate professionals and all that. :D

Saturday afternoon found me going to IKEA, as previously mentioned in an earlier post, as well as Christmas-tree shopping for ai731, who blitzed the Canadian Tire so fast she practically left scorch marks in the parking lot. I was amused.

And, of course, there was the famous soup party at luvenditti's that evening. The corn chowder was by far my favourite, but all the soups were marvellous. We got to meet the science teacher we'd heard so much about, and thus the evening was spent with good food and good company and good conversation.

In other words: bliss.

Sunday was originally meant to be the first session of the long-neglected Mage game with meallanmouse and fearsclave, but was cancelled due to plague. Instead I slept in until 1400 hours, only to be awakened by a phone call from luvenditti who told me I had left behind a knitting needle.

I toddled off to retrieve it and ended up staying for dinner. We made rice krispie squares (that's a LOT of marshmallows), and there was a repeat (at my request) of the corn chowder along with the rice and meat and other goodness. I suspect that the Venditti's are beginning to think that I live there. ;)

So, yes. Sunday was quiet, which is a good thing. Sleeping in is highly underrated.

Thus begins another week. I really need to win the lottery. Some day I shall have all the time I want to do the things I love, rather than chase after paycheques all week long. :P