Weekend worth blogging about

I had a weekend worth blogging about.

What qualifies as a weekend worth blogging about, you ask?

Well, I'd say a weekend filled with delectable food, fine wine, loads of laughter and of course, love. A weekend when you can actually hear yourself laugh. A weekend when you're too hung over to work out, but it's still not enough to deter you from drinking some more. A weekend that does not go according to plan but still manages to squeeze in some surprises. A weekend where even though you're broke, you still manage to find enough money to enjoy yourself and do some shopping too. It was just an awesome weekend, and if you follow me on Twitter (@aphy201), you'd figure (1) I am rarely home, and (2) I can be in so many places at once. And if you do, you'd probably be thinking that must make for an exciting life. Well, it does, give or take.

Brief recap of this weekend's awesomeness:

This was Magic Mike Weekend. I had no other plans except to take in the splendor of rock hard bods at a Magic Mike viewing. Simple as that, nothing elaborate, let's just see the movie, have some drinks either before, after or during the movie. Do not disturb this plan. 

That did not happen.

The plan was supposed to be a matinee on Saturday. I woke up late and couldn't quite get myself out of bed. The temperature was a record breaking 106 degrees. Yep, it was a scorcher. It was even hotter on the Friday but I weaved in and out of so many bars that I failed to notice. By the time I got up on Saturday, my pool was packed full of bikini clad blondes sipping frozen drinks - it was barely noon, and I thought I drank early! In between nursing my semi-hangover, I just had this epiphany to clean my home. I just thought, everything is so out of place, dirty dishes in the sink, dry cleaning on the couch, bills on the counter. Clean up, dammit.

That's one of the joys of living alone - you clean your home on your own time, and just because you want to. You can leave everything strewn over your apartment if you want to and no one, except your conscience, can talk you into cleaning. This time my conscience spoke up loudly. After some much needed cleaning and cleansing by burning some sage, I got dressed and attempted to see Magic Mike again.

Then, I ran into traffic and knew there was no way I could bump into the showing with a good seat with only 10 minutes to spare before show time. So I went to the mall instead. But being that this was an exceptionally hot day and the mall stays comfortably, refreshingly cool, the entire Atlanta population was at the mall. Just being there was entertaining enough. Time spent trying to shop, trying to maneuver between the hordes of people colorfully dressed for their weekend shenanigans. A couple of stores later, it was time for the next Magic Mike showing.

So I hopped back into my car and headed to the theater. I should have known when there wasn't a decent place to park that the theater (being comfortably and refreshingly cool as well) would be packed. But I thought, Meh, it's probably just people using the parking lot cos it's free on weekends. No can do. The movie was SOLD OUT and the next showing was not until 11.30PM. My girlfriend, the ever hestistant one, finally arrived and to her glee, the movie was sold out. I say glee because she never really wanted to see it, and being a perpetual soloist, I didn't mind seeing it alone but because it's such a chick flick (and I can be accommodating) I invited her. I had to practically beg her to join me to see the movie and had to sit through dozens of excuses before she succumbed, and now that she had, to her joy, the show was sold out.

So we did what any 2 women would do on a Saturday night: We went to dinner. The nearest restaurant to the theater - because we had uncomfortable shoes - was Bistro Niko, and my was it a perfect choice. Considering I lived in Buckhead for 2 years I was so shocked that this was my first trip to this fine dining treasure. Everything about it was superb, from the moment we walked in the scene, the ambiance just greeted us with its international flair...oh la la! How could we leave?! We ended up sitting down to dinner and popping this bottle of sparkling wine - which I ended up drinking most of as my friend is more of a fine food fan than a fine wine fan. The waiter was so nice that he offered us everything to make our evening a delight - strawberries for the champagne, dessert for the sweet tooth, and even posed for photographs for us bloggers to capture the evening. He scored an A+ in my personality scale.

Popping bottles on a Saturday night, the way every single girl should.

Dinner of duck in orange sauce and scallops. Yum. 

By the end of dinner, a couple of friends asked if we could converge at my place and have drinks and late supper. I agreed. Yes, I blew off Magic Mike again. I thought since the day and now, night was going so well, I was too giddy to go sit in a dark movie theater. We ended up talking, sharing fine wine and arguing about the essence of Ted (the movie) over Magic Mike until the wee hours of the night. Thank goodness I had cleaned up my place. Who knew I would have visitors and finally get a chance to entertain?

But first thing Sunday morning, my sober self finally went to see Magic Mike. And I can say it was not quite how envisioned seeing it, sober, hungry, a tad hungover, but after having my plans blown off for so long, I was just ready to get it over with.

Being solo allows you to shape your life to you, take in unexpected events here and there but inevitably have that freedom to mold to adapt and be spontaneous. So I didn't see the movie when I wanted to see it, but I ended up having an awesome dinner and entertaining friends in my home, which when you're solo means a lot to you. I was able to easily maneuver and that brought an unexpected jolt to my weekend.

Overall, with the waylaid plans, it was a thoroughly awesome weekend for this single gal.