I have been counting down the days — and now hours — until this weekend ever since Monday morning. It’s going to be epic.
Tonight is Nathan’s Birthday Attempt No.2, in which I try for the second year in a row to take him to a Minnesota Wild game. Last year, he got snowed in and, not wanting good tickets to go to waste, I took my friend Amy, instead. It was hella fun and all, but I felt badly for Nathan; the tickets were his present, after all. Anyway, we’re trying it again this year and, not to jinx it, but things are really shaping up. The weather is great, he’s leaving early to avoid rush hour traffic, and then this — the fact that tonight’s game will make or break the Wild’s playoff status.
Saturday night is my Rotary club’s annual fundraising gala, Comedy for Caring. The words “Rotary fundraiser” don’t normal equate to “A Great Time,” but this one’s different. For the third year in a row, we’ve hired The Second City comedy troupe to come in for a night of improv. Plus, free appetizers, a cash bar, a silent auction and all the glad-handing a girl can handle! It’ll be great!
But the fun doesn’t end there — Sunday, Adam is taking me away for a mini casino adventure. Needing a day off from work but not having enough PTO or cash to make it to Vegas, he decided to book an overnight stay in a jacuzzi suite of a Minnesota casino. Buffet meals, Pai Gow and indoor smoking? Yes, please. I can’t wait. (And yes, I will thoroughly rinse the jacuzzi before setting foot in it.)
And then, this: Adam also just informed me that he bought two tickets to a Huey Lewis and the News concert on my birthday, also at a local casino. Spending my 31st birthday with my husband, sipping watered-down cocktails and half-ironically rocking to hits like Power of Love and Hip to Be Square? Yep. That is exactly where I want to be.
I’m not positive this weekend could get any better, guys. (I’m totally knocking on wood as I type that.)