Dent In The Couch

I missed a high school friend’s wedding this last weekend.

An unfortunate consequence of me moving a state away after college. I can’t go back to my hometown as much as I’d like for such things. It sucks sometimes. Sure, I’ll see pictures and hear all the stories. But it’s not really the same.

I’m not writing about this to start a pity party. I love my life in Chicago. And my weekends as of late have been full of so much fun! But with my traveling to Mid-MO for Easter and with my trip to DC this coming weekend, it was decided to stay home this last weekend for the sake of saving some cash and sanity.

Or at least salvage the last of both. Whichever.

So, as promised to myself on Saturday, I did turn down invites out. And had myself a nice little night in. Sweats. No makeup. My spot on the couch.

Everything but the kitchen sink was in this pizza. Or at least everything in my refrigerator- mushrooms, green peppers, onions, pepperoni and black olives. Topped later with mozzarella and feta cheese. Because one type of cheese is never enough...

And nothing says “lazy night in” like a glass or two of wine and some pizza.

That's the ticket. Notice how light it is- because dinner happened at maybe 5:30. Apparently, when deciding to stay in this weekend, I also became a senior citizen in the process
Oh and you're crazy if you think I didn't go back for another two pieces. It was that good.

And proceeding to fall asleep on said couch by 10:00 that night.

Sigh. That hasn’t happened in SO long. As much as I enjoy being a social butterfly, it was nice. Really nice.

What does a person do after 9 hours of sleep? They have a nice little run to Wrigleyville and back. The only people out were me, taxi drivers, and a few people stumbling into the area brunch spots. So every few blocks, there was a rotation between the smell of bacon and eggs, then stale beer. Gotta love Wrigleyville in the warmer months…

3.2 miles and a shower later, I was back on the couch. Where I belonged. Making my dent.

And here I am now- my weekend unfortunately over, watching the headlines, and getting ready to leave my dent in the couch for work. Sadness. At least I have pictures of the missed wedding mentioned earlier to look forward to when I get home and retreat back to my dent in the couch.

It’s important to ease your way out of lazy weekends slowly. A little known fact…