I am so excited about this weekend. I kind of wish Saturday were here already just so I can kick start my weekend. However, it's only Tuesday. Because Father Time is mean.
Why am I excited? Good question.
I get to see two friends on Sunday - my bff and my first (angelic) roommate from college. I'm always stoked to see my bff, and I've only seen her once since I've moved to Sticksville. As for my old roomie, we see each other twice a year if things go to plan. Her and her hubby (and daughter now, too) come to CA to visit their families, and she and I try to get together for lunch while she's in town. Yay for friend time!
Next, I'm taking myself to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 at some point. Oh yeah. I'll be smuggling in my own popcorn and candy. I'm both happy and sad to see Harry Potter coming to end. I've enjoyed the books and the movies (well, except for small bits of #6), and hate that I will no longer have new Harry Potter movies to look forward to.
I'm also going to wash, wax, and shop-vac out my car. Yeah, it's a bit strange to actually look forward to washing an SUV by hand, but I like my car to be clean. Plus it really does need a wax job. And a vacuum. Bad.
So, is it the weekend yet?