The Weekend That (Almost) Wasn't

Guess what I was upto this weekend? Go on, guess. Up to my ears in work, is what! I tell you, there should be a law against working weekends. I worked 16 hours out of the 48, and that's just not fair.

Ok, enough whining. I'd have written the weekend off entirely, but as you can guess from the title, it had its moments.

For one thing, the party animal in me had its share of partying on Friday night. Went over to a friend's new house for dinner. Consumed quite a bit of vodka and whisky and some yummy chicken curry. Bonded with friends. Good times!

Woke up on Saturday with a mild headache. Dragged my sorry ass to the office. Was there from 11 to 7. Headache became progressively less milder. But the geek in me got severe kicks out of the work I was doing, i.e, valuing financial instruments. Plus, there was Pandora. It's a lifesaver. (Rat, thank you!) When the whole world started looking like an Excel spreadsheet, I dragged my sorry ass home. 'The Untouchables' was showing on TV. Ordered some pizza and saw the entire movie. Some much-needed chilling. (The railway-station-steps-shootout-scene is one of the best in movie history, in my opinion.)

My uncle arrived on Saturday night at about 11, to stay with me for a few days. I had to do a bit of cleaning to make the house look respectable (get rid of illegal mind-altering substances, hide the porn, clean the grime-ridden kitchen, fumigate the loo, etc.). I did all this during the commercial breaks, with mouthfuls of pizza. I was quite impressed with the end-result, and so was Uncle. He was also hungry, so I fed him the leftover pizza. Some good ol' family bonding happened, over a couple of whiskys. A couple of hours later, sleep beckoned.

Worked from home on Sunday. I did quite a bit, but managed to squeeze in a couple of hours at the gym, and also do my laundry (I have clean underwear. Yesssss!!!). Worked right through the day and then decided to stop just before I went mental. My uncle, being a lover of good food and wine, insisted we go out for dinner. So we had a magnificent steak dinner (scotch fillet, medium rare, with a massive baked potato), and a couple of bottles of red. I felt human again.

It was nearly 11 by the time got back, and I still had work to finish. So with the clock ticking away, and the wine swishing around in my brain, I churned out a few more calculations and was done just after midnight. Heaving a sigh of relief, I plonked on the bed and drifted off into a much-needed and well-deserved sleep .

One week ends. Another begins...