the orange jacket
Me, about 4 weeks ago: “What do you want to do for Memorial Day weekend?”
Ali: “Let’s go somewhere.”
Me: “New York?”
Ali: “That might be too far.”
Me: “Las Vegas?”
Ali: “I’m open.”
Here is one situation where I appreciate Ali’s indifference because he knows that I like to be in charge of where we go, where we stay, what flight we take, and pretty much everything else. But I didn’t have a free second to plan a trip anywhere, until last week when airfares were bordering on the absurd.
So instead of paying $458 for a round-trip one hour flight to Las Vegas, Ali and I decided to spend the weekend making progress on our (read: my) to-do list.
Translation: not a whole lot happened this weekend except that I busted my ass catching up on everything while Ali ate a giant steak, an entire Pizookie with ice cream, a molten chocolate cake, and then he enjoyed watching scantily clad women prancing around on American Wedding and then The Change-Up.
Yeah. I’m not sure about you but I’m ready to go back to work.