How to have the best week ever
Jun. 22nd, 2006 03:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
qatarperegrineTuesday: go to work lunch to discover two of your best friends introducing themselves to each other. Get together with them and the rest of the Yurt after work, for dinner and a long walk through the park and Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead. Learn about Buddhist monasteries.
Wednesday: get dreaded symposium talk over with. Track down one of the aforementioned Groovy People for a long walk through the park and dinner and coffee. Talk about religion to your heart's content while an amazingly appropriate Tool song comes on the radio. Watch professional dominoes on TV at the restaurant.
Thursday: more good symposium. After work, go for long walk alone. Chase a firefly half a block until you realize a passerby is giving you strange looks; step nonchalantly away from the firefly. Pine mildly for friends.
Friday: finish symposium. Go out to dinner with cool coworkers. Go back to the hotel alone and watch Brokeback Mountain. Sniffle.
Saturday: have long and long-overdue chat with husband. Take self out to lunch. Go for long walk through the park (sensing a theme here?) with a coworker, and to dinner with her and her husband.
Sunday: go to church. Talk to husband. Go see a circus with one Groovy Person, go out to lunch with him and with and Other Groovy Person's roommate. Be introduced to an awesome tea shop. Learn to play euchre; lose badly. Spend evening with both Groovy People, talking about religion and all kinds of random things. Pimp cardboard. Go out to half-price dinner at 11 p.m. Be shown somewhere beautiful on the way home.
Monday: After work, hop bus to Squirrel Hill. Buy The Ninjew because you can't resist the sentence "The NinJew brings a new twist to the genre of workout books." Stop by the gay store and stock up on rainbow gear. Meet up with Both Groovy People; cook dinner and (wait for it) ketchup cake. Jump up halfway through cooking (and again halfway through dinner) to go lie on the lawn watching a thunderstorm and run around in the rain. Eat ketchup cake, which turns out to be delectable. Talk a Groovy Person into breaking out the guitar, and stay up way too late listening to him play and sing. Have a slumber party.
Tuesday: Wake up at 5:30 to make it to a Zen sesshin at 7; eat breakfast with hilariously hippy Zen people. Spend hours loafing around a coffeeshop talking with both Groovy People. Explore the Mattress Factory. Get lost in the dark. Laugh a lot. Lie down under sculptures and just chill. Wander around the neighborhood afterwards realizing that the art really did make you see the world in a new way. Drop off one Groovy Person; go out to tea with the other Groovy Person. Bask in how amazingly happy you are. Go pick your husband up at the airport. Go out for long walk and nice dinner with husband. Insert strategic "..." in narrative.
And that, my friends, is how to have one of the best weeks ever.
I am realizing that, as much as I love my friends in Qatar, and as much as I love mellow evenings hanging out with my beloved, I really really really need to schedule more social time next year. I am pathetically starved for long evenings of Loafing. I am attempting to avert this midlife crisis-ish desire to be an undergrad again by reminding myself that this is not actually what every week is like when you're an undergrad! Nevertheless, I have to admit that it is going to be difficult to go back to Qatar.
Wednesday: get dreaded symposium talk over with. Track down one of the aforementioned Groovy People for a long walk through the park and dinner and coffee. Talk about religion to your heart's content while an amazingly appropriate Tool song comes on the radio. Watch professional dominoes on TV at the restaurant.
Thursday: more good symposium. After work, go for long walk alone. Chase a firefly half a block until you realize a passerby is giving you strange looks; step nonchalantly away from the firefly. Pine mildly for friends.
Friday: finish symposium. Go out to dinner with cool coworkers. Go back to the hotel alone and watch Brokeback Mountain. Sniffle.
Saturday: have long and long-overdue chat with husband. Take self out to lunch. Go for long walk through the park (sensing a theme here?) with a coworker, and to dinner with her and her husband.
Sunday: go to church. Talk to husband. Go see a circus with one Groovy Person, go out to lunch with him and with and Other Groovy Person's roommate. Be introduced to an awesome tea shop. Learn to play euchre; lose badly. Spend evening with both Groovy People, talking about religion and all kinds of random things. Pimp cardboard. Go out to half-price dinner at 11 p.m. Be shown somewhere beautiful on the way home.
Monday: After work, hop bus to Squirrel Hill. Buy The Ninjew because you can't resist the sentence "The NinJew brings a new twist to the genre of workout books." Stop by the gay store and stock up on rainbow gear. Meet up with Both Groovy People; cook dinner and (wait for it) ketchup cake. Jump up halfway through cooking (and again halfway through dinner) to go lie on the lawn watching a thunderstorm and run around in the rain. Eat ketchup cake, which turns out to be delectable. Talk a Groovy Person into breaking out the guitar, and stay up way too late listening to him play and sing. Have a slumber party.
Tuesday: Wake up at 5:30 to make it to a Zen sesshin at 7; eat breakfast with hilariously hippy Zen people. Spend hours loafing around a coffeeshop talking with both Groovy People. Explore the Mattress Factory. Get lost in the dark. Laugh a lot. Lie down under sculptures and just chill. Wander around the neighborhood afterwards realizing that the art really did make you see the world in a new way. Drop off one Groovy Person; go out to tea with the other Groovy Person. Bask in how amazingly happy you are. Go pick your husband up at the airport. Go out for long walk and nice dinner with husband. Insert strategic "..." in narrative.
And that, my friends, is how to have one of the best weeks ever.
I am realizing that, as much as I love my friends in Qatar, and as much as I love mellow evenings hanging out with my beloved, I really really really need to schedule more social time next year. I am pathetically starved for long evenings of Loafing. I am attempting to avert this midlife crisis-ish desire to be an undergrad again by reminding myself that this is not actually what every week is like when you're an undergrad! Nevertheless, I have to admit that it is going to be difficult to go back to Qatar.
