Usually, I find it annoying when near-strangers or mere acquaintances bring up the weekend. “Big plans for the weekend?” (Nice small talk. Like you give a shit.) “I’m ready for the weekend!” (Of course you are because right now you’re working and it sucks, doesn’t it?)
I try not to bring it up because I actually don’t care what most people are doing for the weekend, except some people at work. My boss does some cool rock climbing stuff with his kids and there are some other people around here with lives as well. But overall, I don’t think I anticipate the weekend as much as most other people do, and I’m certainly not given to seeking momentary escapes in my daily activities by talking about the weekend. You get 52 of them every year! Who cares?!
Until today. I care now. Gus is coming in a few long hours and then we’re going to do a bunch of cool stuff. I was thinking we’d eat dinner at one of the restaurants at Santana Row tonight. I didn’t make reservations because it’s Thursday.
Tomorrow, I’m working a half-day, and then I was thinking we’d go swimming at my apartment complex’s pool in the courtyard, which is very pretty with flowers everywhere. I should really take pictures, it’s gorgeous. Anyway, we’re gonna play cards Friday night at Bay 101, which I haven’t done in FOREVER. If we’re feeling really adventurous, we might go to Artichoke Joe’s in San Bruno, which I heard was seedy, but fun. Isn’t that what playing cards is about? If we do that, then we should eat somewhere in North Beach (San Francisco) where all the good Italian restaurants are. Fongfong also recommended Cafe Mums for good Kobe beef.
On Saturday, we’re driving to Half Moon Bay to stay at Landis Shores, a beachfront bed and breakfast with a nice, outdated website. There’s hiking, shopping, and wine-tasting nearby, so I’m sure it will be lots of fun. We’re staying in the Russian River room, which has a jacuzzi and a full ocean view. Yay!
So I’m ready for the weekend enough for it to have slowed down my work progress considerably. I just want to get out of here and do something fun.
Even though I went to a Giants game and hung out in San Francisco on Tuesday night, I feel like I haven’t done anything in forever. Spoiled as hell I am. I lived in one really cool city for five years (Austin) and when I ran out of shit to do there, I moved to another really cool area with enough to keep me busy for a long time. So let’s get busy! I want to get out of here!