After a Friday spent working, searching for somebody’s wallet for over an hour, grocery shopping, busting my ass baking and cleaning the house I got an 8am text on Saturday saying my anticipated guests were not coming. Unfortunately for me I am a planner by nature so I put a lot of thought into things like menus and schedules.  I have to just not get upset when things go array. No crisis: we simply shifted to plan B which was a weekend to ourselves.

Every Saturday some friends of ours host a tailgate on Campanile Hill. Our team may suck but we still manage to have a good time and the food is always out of this world. This past weekend was no exception with the full on Tex-Mex breakfast buffet complete with hot whiskey toddies and breakfast margaritas.  The spread was even impressive enough to catch the attention of some hungry strangers. We joked that people must be confusing us with the homeless shelter tailgate until we learned that these "kids" were actually ex-KU football players from the 2008 Championship team. Since it was obvious a couple of them had been linebackers, we let them help themselves and besides that they were very polite and we had plenty of food. Personally I was enjoying my homemade hot chocolate laced with peppermint schnapps. I only made this at the request of my friend and since she didn’t show, I had the whole thermos to myself. It was just the right amount of “burn” to warm my insides on a chilly game day morning.

Saturday evening Daniel and I decided to go out to The Barrel House, our favorite piano bar that we haven’t been to since his birthday in February. It wasn’t busy for homecoming weekend other than a group of drunken sorority girls celebrating a birthday and what appeared to be their dads. They were having a good time awkwardly dancing on the stage and looking like asses so we watched the Bama/Mississippi game on TV and waited for one of them to face plant so we could snicker and laugh.  

Sunday morning we got the bug to plan a trip so we made some impromptu travel arrangements for the New Year’s Eve weekend. Then we HAD to stop procrastinating and get to work. Closing is in two weeks and there is still a lot left to do. We got all of his furniture moved to the storage unit, moved his couch over to our house and then being the sweetheart he is, he still took the time to suck up leaves in the yard with the mower even though it was well after dark. All of our neighbors had spent Sunday getting their leaves picked up so he worried that if a strong wind came up they would be after us with pitchforks. (Plus we hate to waste a Monday yard waste pick up day).  

I love the weekends that allow us to make time for both work and play. Hopefully the elimination of one household will hold a lot more time for relaxation than we’ve experienced the past year.