Weekend Update.

It's hard to complain about a weekend, and this weekend was no exception.

Friday, I had dinner with Katherine and her friend Shannon-- and as it turns out, Shannon and I have had class together-- at Chuck's. While my company sipped wine, I had a Shirley Temple and endured their heckling. But come on, you can't tell you don't love a good Shirley Temple once and a while. We made it all the way through dessert, and then spent the rest of the night regretting that decision. After dinner, we met up with friends who were in town for the Avett Brothers concert at The Gray Lady. Since I got their early with my dinner companions, we were able to score a table-- a rare event in a bar, I assure you-- and so we sat and listened to music and hung out into the wee hours of the morning.

Saturday, I headed to my favorite local coffee shop and settled in for the day. In three hours, I banged out 8 pages of my 20-page paper and downed more than one Earl Grey tea. Afterward, I went for a run with Katherine-- this weekend could really be dubbed "The Weekend of Katherine"-- and we hit up Newk's for dinner. Best salads in town. Next up, we headed to Wal-Mart so Kat could pick up items for her notorious "Honeymoon Baskets" that she gives to the bride-to-be at her lingerie party. I focused on acting like I wasn't with the cart carrying the embarrassing items and concentrated on walking ten paces behind Kat at all times. We capped off our evening by watching a Friends marathon until we fell asleep. Not super exciting, but pretty much perfect.

Sunday morning, I headed to church-- with Kat, duh-- and then we went to Lupe's for lunch. Well, first I went to Jalapeno's because I'm an idiot, but I eventually made it to Lupe's where everyone was waiting patiently for me. At lunch we talked about our futures and Kat's coming mission work and Laura and Stephen's coming wedding, and it was lovely. Just really, really lovely. It's hard to leave a lunch with friends from church without being keenly aware of how very blessed I am.

And today on Monday, there's a tornado coming to town and everyone's battening down the hatches or whatever the saying is... Macy seems unconcerned, and I'm going to trust her feline instincts and just enjoy the sound of the rain. Well, until I get out in it to meet Laura and Kat for coffee later... that part of the storm will be less fun, but the company will be worth it, I'm sure.

It's hard to let the rainy Monday get me down when I know that the beach is just on the other side of Wednesday. Thursday morning, I'll pack up and head to the coast... and I'm amped about it. So come on storms, go ahead and get it out of your system now rather than at the end of the week.