Every weekend should be three days

You ever have a weekend so jam-packed you need a day to recover? I’m not sure if my social life was that exciting, or if my impending birthday is just another sign of me getting old. Saturday, Virginia Tech was scheduled to kick off at noon. I have no recollection of the next 3+ hours, and I refuse to acknowledge a football game being played. One of my dear friends is moving to Australia next month and just got engaged, so she and her fiancé hosted an engagement / going away party at a restaurant in Tysons. I left my game-watching bar to get to the party on time. Tysons Corner on the weekends is pure insanity, and it seriously took me 15 minutes to find a parking spot. The party was great, and we had an impromptu after-party at her fiancé’s step-mom’s house.

Sunday dawned crisp and perfect, and we headed over to Baltimore for brunch. Three sisters and myself have birthdays within 12 days of each other. Two of them live around the block from each other in Baltimore, so we made the drive to celebrate with them. Aside from a long wait, brunch was great. This weekend was also the 200th anniversary celebration of Francis Scott Key penning “The Star Spangled Banner,” and Baltimore had a whole slate of festivities. The Blue Angels performed an additional show on Sunday after their main one on Saturday, so we headed up to Steph’s rooftop deck to watch. I didn’t know about it, or I would’ve grabbed my DSLR. Please enjoy pixelated, zoomed-in iPhone shots. It was a great show, but I was very nervous the whole time (I’m always nervous during airshows. I’ve been to so many that I’m just paranoid.). I made it home to watch the Broncos collapse in the second half again, but they, unlike my Hokies, managed to win.