Camping. A 2 hour drive away on our private family property. With a whopping 40 of my favorite people, including my sister down all the way from Canada. Tons of food and booze. A giant sound system for epic outdoor dance parties. A cushy tent filled with an air mattress, soft blankets, pillows and sleeping bags. Dogs to play with. Games to play. A reservoir to swim in. Sunshine to soak in.
And I have to work how many more hours?
I feel like a kid who had to wait until breakfast was over before she could open her Christmas presents. And the breakfast was the most sugary cereal possible. And she’s bouncing off the walls. But, in this case, mentally.
Three day weekend, I can taste you on my lips already, and as you know, once it hits your lips it’s so good.