On the face of it, my weekend was nothing to write home about. I mean, I fell asleep at like nine o’clock on Friday night. If that’s not exciting to you, I bet you won’t want to hear about the new gloves I bought either.
Highlights of the weekend: nine mile jog, cooking class, hung out with friends, hung out with my Dad, played ultimate frisbee, ate an ice cream sundae.
Why does it feel like I just had the best weekend EVAR? It certainly has nothing to do with a certain National Football League match that took place at 1pm on Sunday. A game that certainly didn’t make the highlight reel. A game that we will no longer be talking about.
Perhaps it was the nine mile jog on Saturday or the hour-long frisbee game on Sunday. I’m guessing that the combined endorphins rush just might allow me to finally kick that Oxycontin habit.
I kid, I kid.
It’s all about the black tar heroin.
So, yeah, low-key weekend. Fairly uneventful. Oddly fun.
Sometimes it’s the little things that make the best days!
I would think that hanging out with you and your father added up to a pretty good weekend.
What did you learn to do in cooking class?
We learned how to make tapas in our cooking class. So delicious! We only made one of the dishes (braised chicken), but we got to watch everyone else in the class making their own dishes. And sample everything at the end. They give you all of the recipes in a nice little packet.