Two of my college girlfriends came into town this weekend for a visit. It had been awhile since we’ve been together, the three of us. And never had we all crammed in my tiny apartment for a weekend, though in truth the most time we spent there—besides sleeping—was Sunday night. I made dinner and we drank wine and vodka.
And then one of my neighbors came and pounded on the door around midnight.
I’m guessing we were being a bit loud.
So we did what any group of mature, 31-year-olds would do, and went dead silent, not moving a muscle, looking at each other with wide eyes every time the person tapped the door knocker insistently, trying not to laugh. Eventually the person left.
I’ll be sending flowers and chocolates to everyone in my hall this week.
Before the girls got into town a rush of ideas floated around of what we’d do to entertain ourselves throughout the weekend. Enjoying a semblance of order and list-making, I put together an itinerary:
The (very, extremely, incredibly) loose (like, hooker loose) Labor Day weekend itinerary:
Friday, September 3:
7 pm(ish) – Anne arrives, waits for Blue to pick her up at airport, Strz = happy
10 pm(ish) – Noons arrives, waits for Blue to pick her up at airport, Strz + Benz = super happy
11(ish) – wine, cheese, and other snacks on roofdeck. Much talking and ruckus to ensue.
Saturday, September 4
??? – Wake up, pancake breakfast
??? – A run/walk/stroll down by the Potomac OR eating another pancake and giving exercise the finger.
3:30 – ND/Purdue kickoff and gamewatch, probably at TownHall, so long as they still run their cheap beer special
7:30 (ish) (or whenever game ends) – dinner at Luigi’s
Post-dinner – monuments at night
Sunday, September 5
??? – Brunch. Restaurant TBD, but most likely one with unlimited mimosas and/or bloody marys. Possible choices include Mad Hatter, Vinoteca, a few others
Post-brunch – wine tasting in Virginia. Wineries to include Chateau O’Brien, and Alpen Vines (or something like that…I have it written down..somewhere…)
Post-wine-tasting – Sunday dinner, roasted pork loin, more wine, and chocolate stuff
Monday, September 6
Molly drives Noons to Reagan ass-early. Strz = sad
Molly drives Benz to Reagan not-so-ass-early. Strz = sad
We all let our livers recover for a week.
I’m happy to report that for the most part we followed said itinerary, though we changed Saturday’s pre-game activity from a walk by the Potomac to a walk around Georgetown, because that’s where Georgetown cupcake happens to be.
And maybe red velvet and salted caramel cupcakes were calling our names.
Either way, we definitely gave exercise the finger.
Ah, just like college.