The Weekend Nears...

... And oh, I am ready for it. In fact, Hump Day moved along with the speed of a very slow hump, if humping at all. And Thursday is going only marginally faster, much to my dismay. I blame the weather. Anyways, I am now left to consider what I want to do this weekend.

Ideally, this weekend would be a trip. But, alas, since it is Father's Day weekend, I cannot simply vacate and go off into the sunset, armed with a map and a sudden urge to explore. I know that Sunday, I'll need to go home- and also to likely find Dad a present, which might be cupcakes. I mean, who doesn't love them? But what about Saturday, magical Saturday? The day of freedom and goodness and whatnot. There is a Cajun Festival at Breaux Vineyards- which I have wanted to sample for a long, long time- but that is in Hillsboro, and I think N might be a little tired of driving around. There's my longstanding promise to play frisbee and picnic at Gravelly Point, which could be done. I just want something fun and adventurous. Friday Night is the I Love the 80's Outdoor Festival, and it's Labyrinth. I really am considering telling N that I will pack a picnic basket and we're going, even though I know he'll be tired from a long commute back from Hickland. I'm a horrible person. But it's David Bowie and muppets, and that movie is fantastic to watch, and my copy is missing and N needs to see it. I'm rationalizing.

I think this all stems from the fact that I keep staring at travel websites and making whimsical plans. My brother and I have officially started planning a day trip to Centralia (we're both considering shooting to our native city of Pittsburgh afterwards for some pierogies and beer), which will take place in July. I'm also putting together a Boston weekend trip for August (I hope), or maybe to Charleston. I don't know. I keep wanting to just travel, see, explore. I stare at ads for trips to Vietnam and ponder saving all my money for travel. I want to go to Napa Valley, really really bad. I want to go to the Greek and Turkish Islands. I want to just go. I'm envious of kids that don't have loans and credit cards to pay off. Sigh.

Why can't I just be Anthony Bourdain?