My first weekend.

As Melisa and I were walking through Dover yesterday, I made a comment along the same line as "After so many years of weekend restaurant work, it is still a bit of a novelty for me to enjoy the weather on a Sunday morning stroll." This entire weekend felt like my first real weekend in a while (but if you can think of another occasion, please don't think it wasn't enjoyable enough to remember).

Melisa and I met my parents in Boston on Saturday and had a really great time taking in the Seeing Songs exhibit at the Boston MFA then walking through the city to get lunch and cannolis. She and I even took the train down which counts for double awesome points because 1) we avoided the headache of driving into Boston and finding parking, and 2) I love trains.

We made it back in time to take in most of the final hang of the summer season: BBQ 5: The Reckoning 4: Apocalypse Clow, though we were feeling pretty tame after our already long day.

Yesterday was the real clincher: we slept in, watched "Drop Dead Fred," took a nap and played some pool at the Pub before I had to head off the a Moses gig. That gig took place in a barn in Barrington and, though a pig had allegedly been roasted earlier, we arrived too late for most of the free food and drink. The music sounded good and the fire was still roaring so it wasn't a bad place to be, even if we got home at 2am.

Alright, I'm losing blogging steam. You get the picture of my actually relaxing weekend. Now I need to do some MIRL work.