This weekend was an exercise in indulgence. I didn’t go to the gym, or run errands, or do much of anything other than enjoy myself. Did I use the excuse of my birthday to genuinely have fun? Absolutely. Do I regret it? Absolutely not.
I can get in my own head about things. “I should be doing something productive.” “I should donate this money instead of spending it on something stupid.” “I’m not cool enough to go to this place.” All of these thoughts get in my way of enjoying myself. So this weekend, I just enjoyed.
My girlfriend and I started off doing a charity pub crawl for a local non-profit. This pub crawl was early, far earlier than anyone would really expect, and drinking multiple glasses of pinot grigio at 5:30pm was a little too much for me, so I stopped for a little to get my bearings and get a little food in me. After the pub crawl, we ended up at a gastropub for a quick dinner, then on to a variety of different bars to kill time before going out dancing.
From 11pm until 2am(which is way out of my comfort zone), we danced at a local night club to cheesy pop music and had an honest to goodness blast. As we stumbled into my girlfriends house at 2:30 in the morning, I felt almost euphoric, with my ears still buzzing from the beat of the music.
The next afternoon when we finally awoke, we spent the day lazily together, watching netflix, eating, and just hanging out. It was a breath of fresh air from the usual running around, doing errands for our families and frantically working.
I realized at around 1am Sunday morning that I’d made plans with friends for that morning, and texted them confirming. I normally hang out with these girls in a group, and these are people I’ve known since high school. But when we woke up confirming, one of the girls had to cancel. I don’t know the other girl as well, and we had never hung out alone, presenting the opportunity to get to know her better.
Friends, we went to brunch, then coffee, then to her house, and spent eleven hours hanging out on Sunday. Really. We laughed like crazy and I swear my cheeks still hurt from smiling. Of course I knew her, but this solidified us being able to hang out on our own in a way I didn’t think was possible. So often I stop myself from reaching out to one person because I feel like that person would prefer to hang out in a group, but honestly, the flexibility of scheduling with one person far outweighs the fear of rejections.
This weekend was not restful, or productive, or filled with lots of large scale “value.” But I will cherish it because I needed a weekend with my friends and girlfriend to just be myself and relax.
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