If this day ever ends it will be something of a miracle. I feel like I’ve been in this cubicle for the last 68 hours. I suppose a great weekend will do that to you.

So Friday night I headed out with Lara to the Warehouse District. We started at the Blind Pig and went to Panini’s for some food before meeting our friend John and his cousin, Mark. We went to the Lava in Tremont and finished the night. It was a relatively quiet bar, just cushy couches and lots of vodka tonics for me. I was feeling pretty dopey by the time Lara dropped me back at W. 6th, and I ended the night with big Jeff, which was interesting.

Saturday was filled with one obstacle after another. I wanted to mow the lawn but soon discovered that my mower was buried in my garage behind many large car parts and tools. Unable to even reach it, let alone unbury it, I was somewhat pissy and spoke with Sam’s stepfather about digging it out immediately. It was not to be. So I headed off to Target for some supplies I needed to continue with my long abandoned home improvement project. Halfway there I realized that my wallet was missing. Minutes later my dear Lara called to inform me that I’d left it in her car on Friday night.

I had no cash, no id, no credit cards, and no cigarettes. I started to panic, and the rest of the day was a complete waste. I ended up hanging out with little Jeff later that night. The sweetheart hooked me up with caffeine, nicotine, and the remote (if I had cable, I’d never leave the house).

Yesterday I was a hurricane of activity. I went to breakfast with Jessica and wrote a check to cover our ensuing assault of Target. Afterwards I headed to Westlake to pick my wallet up from Lara’s house, came home to discover my lawnmower had been resurrected from my garage, started it with frightening ease, and mowed my lawn. It was thrilling to have an 80+ degree day, and I felt unstoppable. After walking the dogs I washed my mud room and bathroom floor, washed dishes, cleaned the counters with my new pink grapefruit scented kitchen cleaner, washed about a million loads of laundry, and dusted my living room before finally calling it a night. I had planned on watching Kill Bill, but after a shower and another stroll with the dogs I spent the rest of my evening on my front steps just staring at the stars.

The reason I feel the need to detail the events of this weekend is that when I find myself working the long hours that I usually work I tend to ask myself the same question over and over again. I always wonder what I used to do with my time when I only worked forty hours a week. Having an entire weekend off rarely happens in my world, so I want to be able to look back and say, “Ah yes, if I had a weekend off I’d sit on cushy couches, drink vodka tonics, talk with old friends, lose my wallet, watch cable, eat breakfast with friends, shop, retrieve wallet, mow the lawn, clean the house with enthusiasm, and look at the stars.” Not bad.

The really exciting part of this is that I also have next weekend off. Apparently my manager hasn’t realized that he only scheduled me for one shift for the second week in a row, and I’m not going to say a word. What will I do with all that free time? Well, I’ve thought of going to IKEA for an entertainment center, but I have yet to find someone with a truck and some free time next weekend. Frank invited me to go camping and kayaking, but the jury’s still out on that one as well. I plan on calling my friend Todd and making plans with him once and for all. There’s a new Panini’s not far from our homes that I think would be an excellent place to eat, drink, and catch up. Perhaps the lawn will need mowing, and instead of washing floors perhaps I’ll clean carpets. I might even buy the lawn furniture and canopy that I was ogling at Target and set it up, dust off my grill, and invite some friends over for dinner. The possibilities are endless, and you wouldn’t believe how excited I am at something as small as having two consecutive weekends off of work.