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Tuesday, September 02, 2003The problem with holiday weekends is that they start with so much promise. Friday morning, you're planning to drive to the city after dinner. You figure that you can get there in a couple hours and maybe check out a club or a bar before you bunk down for the night. The next day you can go to the ballgame, then eat dinner downtown and have a cup of coffee at some bistro. Sunday you can go to a concert or play or go shopping or something, and you can still get back Sunday night, which lets you sleep in and recuperate Monday. In reality, after work Friday you're too tired to go anywhere. You figure that you can maybe drive up Saturday morning, but you wake up at the crack of noon Saturday and decide that driving like hell just to get to a baseball game isn't worth it. There is a game Sunday though, so maybe you'll go to that and have abbreviated dinner / bistro time afterwards. The alarm clock goes off Sunday morning, and in your sleepy state you figure screw it, I'll get some more Z's and do something locally instead. Snooze alarm for two hours. But when you finally get some coffee in you and wake up, you remember that there is nothing to do locally, which was why you wanted to go to the city in the first place, but now it's too late to go there and you're bored out of your skull and won't do anything fun this weekend after all. Then you start drinking. posted by Nate on 10:20 AM link
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