When your out of town guests show up at your door with a dozen of the most amazing doughnuts, a box filled with Pittsburgh themed goodies and a mission to giggle like 12-year-olds during Magic Mike, you just KNOW it’s going to be a good weekend.
The kind of weekend where a random guy gives you free bottles of unopened beer when you’re pulling out of the parking garage simply because he’s an “Army guy in a Navy town” (my mom is definitely freaking out right about now), and you come home late at night to find your husband making homemade meatballs for everyone and cucumbers at each place setting dressed up like the characters in Magic Mike.
*Let the record show the cucumbers were not Joey’s doing, but rather my silly mother’s.*
We’re not even taking into account yet the bottle of champagne during a sunset sailboat cruise on the Chesapeake Bay.
Yes, the laundry is completely piled up after a weekend of indulging with friends. And our guest room bathroom still doesn’t have a proper mirror since in a haste to finish it before company arrived I didn’t measure closely enough. But looking at pictures of happy friends and beautiful surroundings reminds me that those things will get done eventually, and I spent this weekend doing exactly what I was meant to be doing.
We all need to stop and watch the sunset every now and again.
Preferably from a sailboat. With champagne. And three of your most awesome friends.
(PS: Check out Pam101’s blog for more stories from this weekend.)