My weekend away was amazing. Truly amazing. Aside from some initial sadness right after I dropped Monkeyboy off with my parents on Friday (and a verbal slap in the face from my friend Liz to snap me out of it) I spent the weekend with a stupid grin on my face. People were probably trying to figure out the degree of my mental retardation, I was so giddy to be on my own: Look! An airplane! And I get to ride on it ALL BY MYSELF! I am a big girl now!
I’m trying to figure out what the best part of the weekend was……the run along the water on Saturday morning? Strolling through the Ferry Building farmer’s market for an hour by myself? The luxurious hotel room that I upgraded when I got there to afford me a frontal water/bay bridge view? Reconnecting with old friends? Beer? Shopping downtown on Friday afternoon and spending more money than I could afford simply because I was feeling so freaking happy to be free? The two 20-something guys who thought I was cute until I got closer and one of them said “Oh wait….she has an old face”? No, probably not that part.
The only thing I didn’t do was dance around on the sidewalk and toss my hat in the air. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to. It was the best mother’s day ever, and I plan to do it every year. I believe this is why credit cards were invented.