My Thursday’s and Friday’s have a normal routine and a constant question in the air “What’s on for the weekend?”
I note Thursday because it’s the last weekday morning I carpool to my office with friends. Usually someone in our 4 person ride asks the question (never me, I don’t know why) and we go around in a circle discussing plans. There is the assortment of Mets or Yankees games, children’s activities, barbecues, dinners or a soirée. Maybe even a wedding (normally I have those, I married into a huge family).
On Friday, the conversation is many times had at the conclusion of an internal meeting, while all participants are organizing their collection of pens, folders, notebooks, iPhones, Androids and other tech gear.
What’s on for the weekend?
The work conversation on weekend plans many times sounds like it is a script from an episode of Survivor or LifeStyles of The Rich and Famous. The 20 and 30 something Adventurers are running triathlons, going hiking in the Adirondacks, sailing, flying to Costa Rica to surf (yes for 2 days). The Rich and Famous are heading out to a Hamptons house, North Fork winery visits, taking their parents on helicopter tours of New York City and brunching at Bagatelle. Champagne wishes and caviar dreams!
Both groups will of course chronicle every moment on Instagram or in Snapchats.
What’s on for the weekend Miranda?
Everyone looks at me with anticipation, waiting for my answer. I am always last to comment (I don’t know why, I just am).
Absolutely NOTHING. I have no plans at all this weekend.
I couldn’t be more excited.
The 20 and 30 something’s look at me puzzled and almost sadly. The concept of having no plans whatsoever is foreign to many in the room.
I wonder if they think I am truly an unmarried spinster. I wish…LOL.
My carpool buddies who are all over 45, look at me with a hidden envy. The thought of no makeup, sweats, and lounging around reading a book or binge watching tv is so glorious. I am going to start my free as a bird weekend as soon as I put this keyboard away.
I already warned my guys, the furthest I am going this weekend is the nail salon (everyone needs a little maintenance). After I get back from my mani/pedi, you can either find me on my front porch sipping some Sauvignon Blanc while reading my book with a dog in my lap, or in my backyard asleep on a chaise. Again with my trusty Boston Terrier Rocco at my side.
There will be no makeup on this face, no hairspray in this hair, no Spanx on this tummy and no heeled shoes on these feet.
You can find my feet up actually, on the living room ottoman. My face will be bare, my hair in a bun, whatever is jiggling on my ass free to move, and my toes neatly polished.
I just got my September issue of InStyle Magazine. The Sauvignon Blanc was purchased last week and is nicely chilled. I wonder what’s on TV?
Life is Good. Having your Life all to yourself for 2 days is even better!
Wishing you a wonderful weekend!! 💋~Miranda