Selfish

This weekend I found myself unexpectedly free. Some travel plans fell through, John was away working, and I didn’t have school or any other commitments. I decided it was the perfect opportunity to do (and eat) whatever I wanted. Bliss.

 

Breakfast for dinner anyone?

Photo by Stacey Doyle

Friday night, my partner in crime Stacey and I decided on breakfast for dinner: French toast, brown sugar bacon, scrambled eggs… and beer. Surprisingly, the beer went very well with “brenner.” The cold, crispness of a lighter beer cuts the sweetness of the French toast nicely. Quite an indulgent meal.

Beer Tasting

 

On Saturday, I decided to keep my day local. I spent the morning hours sitting in my chair, reading in Lippitt Park. The park was bustling with people going to and from the farmer’s market. But I was keeping the day a little mellower. For lunch, I moseyed from my chair across the street to the Chez Pascal lunch truck for the most delicious pastrami sandwich I’ve ever had.

 

After the park, I made my way to Thayer Street to see a movie at the Avon. (The Kids Are Alright.) I love going to the movies with John or a friend. But secretly, I love going by myself even better. This fit right in with the spirit of my weekend. And the Avon has terrific popcorn. Does anyone know if they use real butter? It sure tasted like they did.

Photo by Stacey Doyle

Sunday. Ah Sunday. The most perfect beach day. Ever. The sky was blue. The temperature was moderate. And the beach was quiet. A stop-off on the way home for clam cakes, followed by a luxurious after-beach nap with the cat were an excellent way to end the weekend.

I know I won’t be able to be this selfish forever. At some point, John’s schedule will regulate a little and there may even be kids that need my attention. But while the opportunity exists – a little selfishness goes a long way.