July 9th, 2005

espresso martinis and sailors… sigh

I love the weekend.. truly, I do. You can sleep in and stay out.. as late as you want.

After sleeping in, I started packing—and stressing about the apartment v. the cottage. *sigh* I’m definitely going with the cottage—and to all of you who commented, I appreciate it. And you’re right—you can’t say no to a dream house.

However, now I’m stressing because I won’t hear from the owner until Monday or Tuesday… AHHHHH!

But back to why I love the weekend.. Jen (owner of Papi the chihuahua) and I went down to our favorite restaurant and had a wonderful dinner and several martinis (and an Irish coffee)…

And I’ve just heard from J the guest, who is having a great time fishing, snorkeling and scuba diving—and eating lobster. Lobster, I said? You caught lobster…? Obviously, the answer to that is no; it’s a freshwater lake. But whatever. He took pictures and is itching to get to an Internet connection…

Weekends are good times people, good times.