It had been about 6 weeks since The Boss and I were both in New York for an entire weekend. We’ve been so busy with work and family that when one of us is home the other is away. So when Friday rolled around I couldn’t wait to wrap up writing deadlines, job applications and domestic chores (folding laundry makes me happy while washing dishes makes me want to kick a hold in the wall) so we could start off our weekend cozied up with long chats catching each other up on everything.
I’m sure so many of you can attest to the fact that weekdays blur together, which makes weekends incredibly precious. The Boss and I started an at-home “date night” when we were living in L.A. We had little funds for outings so we picked one day a week where we wrapped up with work duties early to spend a few extra hours together. And we’ve tried to maintain that over the years.
On a daily basis I don’t see The Boss until close to 9 p.m. so by the time we eat dinner and chat the night is pretty much over. Throw in a phone call with someone’s parents, a trip to the gym and a Laker and/or Bruins game and we’ve hardly had a full conversation before we fall asleep.
With another pending snow storm headed to our area (we got about another 4 inches) and since I’d been under the weather all last week we decided to stay in and watch Life of Pi and binge on junk food. The movie was amazing and sad and ORANGE JUICE NOOOO AND WHY DIDN’T RICHARD PARKER LOOK BACK?!? I cried exactly three times during the movie, decided I would have crapped my pants if I was on that boat and also that I want to be an actor.
So, junk food, heightened emotions and thinking you will be a superstar one day. Yup, I think it’s safe to say that our weekend was pretty much exactly like life was at 22.