“I am so, so excited about this weekend!” my co-worker said Friday, smiling broadly.
Me, “Yeah? Are you going to the (Mississippi) Book Festival? Or the leadership event the Stennis Institute is having? Or are you headed out of town? Or ….”
“No! I am so excited! I don’t have anything to do! Can you believe it? I can’t wait,” my friend explained.
This was one of several similar interactions I had with female friends and colleagues as the weekend loomed. Everyone was so. Incredibly. Excited. All to be doing exactly nothing!
The idea made me laugh, as I recalled my junior high and high school days, when no plans on the weekend left me sprawled out on the couch, dramatically complaining to my parents about how tragic it was that I “had absolutely no life.”
I called my best friend on the way home Friday night – just to…
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