Friday, for most people, denotes the end of the work week and two blissful days off. However, in your twenties, the work seems to double for those two days. Everyone wants to see a movie, have a drink, check out a new bar, and the list goes on. The weekend is a second job within itself, and the hours are brutal.
FRIDAY
Friday was fairly simple. I went to see a friend STAR in a show out in Herndon, Virginia. The catch about this trip was Herndon is 52 miles from my house. ONE WAY. Yes, my initial reaction to Google Maps was probably just the same as the one you just had. After all was said and done, I think I got home around 1 am. However, I did it for love. That's what I kept telling myself. Mile after mile..
SATURDAY
I awoke, thanks to light blocking curtains, a little after 1O am. I went to Zumba, (which I will post about later because Zumba has saved my life), and then prepped for a wedding. I love weddings. At 26, I'm starting to go to a lot more weddings, and I couldn't be happier. I love getting dressed up, drinking, dancing, eating, and I guess the whole ceremony isn't bad either. My sister and I split a bottle of champagne, and then headed over to the wedding. Oh, this wedding was literally in the next neighborhood. Talk about a WIN. So, a lot of food, a lot of vodka, and a lot of smiles later, I ended the night early around 8 pm. By ended I mean I said I was going to sleep, and then watched three episodes of American Gods. (Another post waiting to happen.)
SUNDAY
This was one of those beautiful days where everything just kind of fell together. I had to get a TB test around 10 am, got gas, and then came home to get dressed for brunch.
SIDE BAR HERE BECAUSE BRUNCH IS LITERALLY THE BEST MOST AMAZING THING THAT'S EVER HAPPENED IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD.
This was a celebratory brunch for my sister and her friend graduating from their respective grad schools. We had the top floor to ourselves, a buffet full of delicious food, and of course unlimited mimosas. You can already see where this is going.
Two hours later I found myself a little hot and a lot drunk standing on the corner of 14th street. My friend Aryan, who I haven't seen in about 3 years, walks down the street with his roommate Cher and says they're going for coffee. I'm feeling the YOLO spirit, so I join.
Note: Cher is not his real name. That's what Aryan calls him as a joke, and his real name is Shar. Sahr? Shayr? I don't actually know how to spell it, so Cher if you're reading this, (like you said you would), my bad. Also, Aryan is pronounced: Are-ee-uhn. Don't get any weird ideas.
We sat down, I sobered up, and three hours of stimulating conversation later I felt great. Aryan, Cher, and I talked about just about everything. Sunday felt like an episode of Sex and the City, and yes I starred as MIZ CARRIE BRADSHAW.
Sunday was #amillennialmoment in its prime and encapsulated everything that's great about your twenties. It was the end of my werk week, and the beginning of my work week. Being social can feel like the most arduous chore at times. However, when the mimosas align, everything WERKS out just fine.