Ahhhh......the promise of an empty day.
I don't like being told I should have fabulous plans for the "holiday weekend." Everywhere I look I see ads and commercials toting how everyone heads somewhere, the beach, their summer home, etc. I like having empty days to do nothing. I like that I just took a nap at 12:30 in the afternoon. I like that I have the fan on, the classical station lulling me in and out of sleep and a full water-bottle type thing full of lemonade and ice right next to me. Part of this stems from the knowledge that I have a rehearsal tonight and figure why tax myself now when I'll be out the door at 7pm, not to return 'til probably 11pm. And the fact that I do need to practice later so I don't look like such a dunce later.

I did actually do something Saturday with Tommy though. He was cute. He gave me options for a fun-filled (and climate-controlled) day. We could go to a movie, go for a drive, go see my sister, things of that nature. I actually came up with the idea of heading to Macy's to spend some gift cardage we've been accumulating. We scored! Our deep wok-like frying pan was in sad condition - non-stick material coming off, grungy. So we got a new chef's pan. And new pillows for the couch. Dare to dream, right? Then off to Fatburger! We had it on our honeymoon in San Diego and never thought we'd have such delicious burgers again. One just opened up nearby so we went. It was yummy. So go find yourself a Fatburger.