Sunday, November 6, 2011

Weekends

I live for the weekends now. The stresses of the weekdays float away come Friday when I know I'll be having two days worry-free with my BF for company. I'll handle the issues that come up on Friday come Monday. Saturday and Sunday are personal time! 

Weekends can vary. We've decided to alternate between my BF's hometown (where he still lives) and Toronto (where I live). It usually depends on what plans have already been set. During the summer, more weekends were spent out of town since there were lots of fun to be had cottaging in Parry Sound or having barbecues, pool parties, and hikes through the forest outside of the city. Now that Fall is here, there's been more activity set for downtown with the various entertainment to be had.

Downtown, Friday starts with my BF's arrival and our assessments regarding dinner. If we don't have plans with friends, we tend to order out. We like Szechuan right now! My BF used to cook more often, but he's been too tired from work to cook. I haven't cooked for a long time either... my job takes a lot out of me.

Most Saturday mornings would be lazy. We try to figure out what we'll be doing for food, maybe make ourselves coffee, and watch a few episodes of this show or that. Saturday nights, the plans can vary from watching a movie with his friends to hanging out in somebody's house to hitting a bar for a few drinks. As much as I would like to see my friends uptown, it costs too much money to taxi it back when we stay too late and the commute takes too long with weekend construction. 

Sunday mornings, either he sleeps in and I go to mass alone downtown, or I (or we) make my (our) way uptown for mass and lunch with my family. If we both stay downtown, we'd sometimes have brunch at a favoured diner near my church and walk home...a nice brisk 20-30 minutes. I look forward to seeing my whole family for lunch too sometimes. Especially my nephew! Each Sunday brings a new surprise with his development. 

Some Fridays, I would take the bus to his hometown, a few kilometres outside of the city. It takes me an hour and a half and I get there pretty late, but he's usually got dinner ready by the time I get to his house. We catch up with the TV shows we watch together (Boardwalk Empire, American Horror Story, and Grimm are our top three that we religiously share) and spend some time chatting with his family. Lately, we've been calling it an early night. His work's pretty vigorous, and mine's pretty stressful.

Saturdays would start relatively early compared to our Saturdays downtown. He wakes up early, whereas I would try to sleep in as long as I possibly could. When I hear the house bustling with activity, I usually get enough energy to rouse myself from sleep, get showered and dressed, and head down to the kitchen for my first cup of coffee. My BF knows how I like my coffee, so half the time, he would just prepare it for me. 

Saturday afternoons would be spent running errands like trips to the grocery store or the Walmart. My BF always has some project on the go, so we go hunting down the items he needs for the project-of-the-week. When we finish with that, we see what his friends are up to and come up with the plan for the evening.

Some Saturdays are more lazy, especially come winter time. We watch movies, drink tons of cocoa spiked with Baileys, and cuddle up on the sofa until we're too tired to stay awake.

He would drive me to church on Sundays. When he didn't have a car, he would walk me -- it's a pretty long walk, but we appreciated the exercise sometimes. Sometimes we'd go somewhere for lunch after. We used to love going for all-you-can-eat sushi! The eggplant there is fantastic! 

... When you think about it, nothing too exciting really happens on a weekend, but I always appreciate them. They're the best part of my week!

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This past weekend, I went to the horse races for the first time. It wasn't the best day for betting, but it was the best day for hanging out with friends. 

I noted how Woodbine Racetrack was filled with such sketchy people -- it was obviously not the Queen's Plate at that particular time. Most of the patrons were grizzled people who look like they take the races far too seriously. :P


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