My Ideal Weekend

This weekend, I'm going to have "the ideal" weekend, where everything I do has purpose and a place and I work on enjoying the entire 48 hours I'm given. But wait, you may say, you have recently quit your job and are looking for a new one--can't you just do what you want all the time? Ah, grasshoppah, I wish it were so. But generally on weekdays, I am looking for jobs, working on a business plan I've concocted, running errands, writing, and/or cleaning. Looking for a job, as the cliche goes, is like a full time job, even more so if you don't quite know what you're after.

So anyway, here goes my ideal weekend:

I wake up on Saturday morning to a clean apartment, the coffee maker having been set the night before. I drink my coffee, read CNN online, and stretch a bit so I don't feel like such an old lady. I get into my gym clothes and pack my swimsuit, and then head to the gym for a nice long session.

After about two hours at the gym, I head home, take a nice long shower, and fix myself a nice lunch which I do while watching one of my favorite movies. Probably "Hot Fuzz". Lunch will probably be something I don't usually cook because it feels like too much of an effort...perhaps sauteed tofu with green beans. I eat it and it's delicious.

After lunch, I let my stomach settle a little bit. Maybe around this time, I call my mom to chat for a bit, get her advice on my evolving business plan. Maybe I call my cousins too because I haven't done that in a while. Then, I head out with my digital camera to snap pictures around town. I won't just focus on the usual art deco buildings that I love, and I'll probably take myself to the Art Institute as well and visit some of my favorite exhibits, taking pictures of them.

A few hours later, I'll upload the pictures to my computer, and upload the best of those to my photography website which I haven't updated in quite a while. At this point, I'll probably be ready for dinner. I'll probably have some leftover pizza dough, so I'll make myself a small pizza with sundried tomatoes and fresh mozzarella. It will likely also be delicious.

At this point I'll relax because I need to. Around 7, I'll head into the shower again to kind of wash the day away and also to get a chance to redo my hair. I'll be going to Soundbar with some actors-turned-friends later that evening and would prefer to have straightened hair which is a little easier to dance with since curly hair gets poofier and less manageable every minute I spend in a club. So, that pretty much takes care of the rest of the night.

Sunday morning, assuming I can pull myself together early enough, I will head to the gym again, take a shower and then head to Second City to watch our amazing teacher Jay block through some scenes of ours that are going to be put up in January. I'll take notes and make sure to use her as a guide for what our group is attempting to do at Gorilla Tango.

Later that evening, I may or may not have plans to go to dinner with a friend of mine. If dinner happens, that will be excellent. If not, I'll probably walk back from Second City and make sure to spend a lot of time browsing through different stores on Michigan Ave to see if I can get some inspiration for my holiday shopping. My mom's birthday is four days before Christmas, so the heat is on to get her some nice stuff.

I'll come home on Sunday night, relax a bit, write a little, keep my place tidy, make my plans for the week, maybe bake some cupcakes for rehearsal the following night.

So now we all know how incredibly boring I am. This, in a nutshell, comprises my ideal weekend. For now, anyway. Maybe it's healthy that I keep my expectations low. That's what we'll go with.