As They say, All Good Things Must Come To An End

I've decided that after picking up the kitchen some, and piling the dishes in a corner to await their turn in the machine, that it was in sufficient condition to wait a more energetic cleaning which it truly merits on the morrow.
I paused before turning off the lights to retreat to my bedroom to perform my nightly bedtime rituals, and thought of the happenings of the evening; the happenings of the weekend.

The walls echoed the laughter of good friends; the clinking of glasses and scrapes of forks on plates filled my mind's ears. Smiles and warm eyes were reflecting from the bamboo near the dining table. The aroma of shortbread and either accomplishment or thank-God-I-pulled-it-off was still hinting in the air. It was a wonderful evening, that left a warmth which only true friendship can create in my heart. A perfect cadence to a good weekend.

And so relaxing was this weekend. Spent almost entirely in the company of good friends, and new acquaintances. Sitting by the pool. Lunch at a Chinese restaurant where they bring the buffet to you. Witty banter about a myriad of subjects, some light, some heavy. Hot tubbing with cute guys. Finally kissing your crush of two years, and realizing it was fun, but a crush is all you'll really ever be able to feel for this person. Emailing back and forth with your best friend while she's at work and you're still in your jammys at home. Spending an afternoon at the pool. Trying out a new bar and then after five minutes there, telling your friends to stay close as there is strength in numbers, and with no sudden movements to start heading towards the door. Preparing dinner in an attempt to repay for kindness and friendship given. Listening to talented musicians sing Broadway tunes. Being so utterly exhausted from having so much fun you are ready to fall asleep at your computer, but memories made must be documented.

This weekend passed like a dream. A wonderful, happy dream. Tomorrow I wake up and return to reality. But I feel rested and ready to take it on.

Only the night can say
Why it will never show
All the dreams there are to know
And keep hidden from the day.