Once quitting time hit on Friday, I yelled "wahooo" and headed straight for the grocery store.
This was the first weekend that I had no plans and my tongue was hanging out for a nice steak dinner (on Saturday) and some spaghetti, meatballs, and sausage for Sunday.
After doing battle with Friday traffic, I finally got home, unloaded, and put everything away. I then cleaned the fireplace. The weather had turned cold (finally) and I have been looking forward to a nice fireside glass of wine. AHHHHH! good food, a nice warming fire (in the man cave), a comfy chair, and nothing to do but cook, sip, relax, and enjoy the peace and quiet!! Lets call this "Plan A".
Then my brother calls me. "What are you doing tomorrow?" he asks.
I got as far as to say "I have no plans" when he interjected with "Great, I need your help on Saturday".
What I was trying to tell him was that I had no plans and was REALLLY looking forward to just relaxing at home. Being obligated to help my brother, I had no choice. So, my steak plans were changed. The new plan (Plan B) was to cook both the steak (for Sunday dinner) and the spaghetti/meatballs/sausage as well on Sunday (to eat during the week).
On Saturday when I arrived at my brother's place, I was surprised to see that my Niece (the daughter I always wanted) was there to help out too. She batted her pretty blue eyes, gave me a sad-puppy-dawg face, and the next thing I know I had committed to taking her to JR tobacco on Sunday.
We left my brother's house around 4:30. Being hungry, and estimating that I would be getting home by 5:30, the plans shifted again. Back to Plan A!!! Steak dinner after all!! It was then that my cell phone rang. A group of my friends were getting together at his house for some pizza.
SOOO, we were back to plan B. I ended up having a terrific time and got home around 10pm. It was far too late for a fire so I simply went to bed.
On Sunday morning, my brother stopped by with a load of firewood before I even had taken a sip of my morning coffee. My brother still has wood from super-storm Sandy, had split it, and brought it up to me. We unloaded and stacked the wood and I then convinced him to go to JRs with me as a way of thanking him.
JRs is great. It has a large craft beer and wine selection AND you can enjoy a stogie INSIDE WHILE WATCHING THE GAME!!!
It was a great time. In total, six of my family members showed up.
Unfortunately, I filled up on "pub food" (cheap pizza, nacho platters, etc) and draft Guinness. By the time we left the place, I was stuffed to the gills.
So, now it is plan "C". Cook the spaghetti, meatballs, and sausage on Sunday (to eat off of for the rest of the week), and cook the steak on Monday.
So, I took a long time to say that I did not eat very well over the weekend, at least nothing worthy of a picture, never got to cook, never got to have my fireside glass of wine in my comfy chair, and I would not have traded a minute of it for gold.
On the bright side, I have no plans for next weekend. I think I will cook something and then enjoy a nice glass of wine by the fireplace.