Weekend plans for a recovering Boring-A-Holic

So, it’s Friday.  People are supposed to have weekend plans on Fridays, right?

I had gotten an invitation for Friday night for a wine and cheese party.  A get-together with old friends.  My husband is going to a retirement party and I’m going to be alone.   I said I probably wouldn’t go.  He’s making me.  After all, I’m supposed to have fun and talk to people.

After that, a friend who has a band is playing in a local bar.  I don’t go to bars.  Ever.  I’m supposed to go out, so I’m going to pop in and listen to him play.  By myself.  Something I’ve never done.

A friend invited me to coffee Saturday morning.  And, on Sunday, we’re supposed to go on a teddy bear run motorcycle ride.  A little cold out, but that should be fun, and rewarding, because the teddy bears are given to children.  On Sunday afternoon we’re going to our cousin’s for an adult only (no kids) Thanksgiving dinner.  More conversation and friendship.

This is kind of amazing.  I rarely have anything nice on my schedule.  My normal weekend is mostly spent at my desk at work, then food shopping, cleaning, and just being tired.  No play.  No fun.  And, on Mondays, I drag myself into the office exhausted because I’ve had no break.  Maybe this upcoming Monday will  be better — at least I’ll have something to talk about “around the water cooler“!

So, where could all these activities come from?  Maybe someone, somewhere, knows I’m trying to become un-boring.   That’s great, because planning fun stuff when I know I should be doing work stuff is difficult.

The weekend is here with the promise of being different from the others.

Time to play.