My Kind of Weekend

Work days usually involve long hours, endless meetings and discussions, hundreds of emails, so on the weekend I tend to hibernate at home, especially in cold winter.

My kind of weekend includes a long hot bath with candles and sparkling wine, a good fiction in hand, a huge and warm blanket, and a couple of delicious home-made meals. Of course, some errands gotta be run, and the house usually needs a thorough cleaning job.

Not sure how it happened, but I ended up with having a slightly different weekend – out about most of the time.

On Saturday I braved the cold (-29C, my goodness!) and went out for a lovely brunch with my two girlfriends at La Palma. We got caught up on life and work, laughed, gossiped, enjoyed great food and drank pretty cocktails. To me, girlfriends’ time is like a therapy, which gives you an opportunity to be yourself, be authentic, be goofy, be vulnerable, and most importantly, be happy.

Saturday night was a hockey night with the hubby at Air Canada Centre. I’ve never been athletic in my life, so sport is never my thing, but I have to say watching hockey live at ACC is always full of fun. The fun was not about watching the competition itself, but more about experiencing the enthusiasm and passion demonstrated by Canadians towards this national sport. It’s too cold outside anyway, you might just quit your whining, suck it up, pick up a stick, put on your gear and enjoy a round of game on ice with your buddies.

Sunday? Hmmm… even more interesting. We went to my mother-in-law’s house to meet a few relatives from her side of family, whom I haven’t seen before and whom my husband hasn’t seen for almost 20 years. This type of re-union always involves a feast, a few happy tears, and commitments of seeing each other more often in the future.

At the end of the day, family always matters the most, no matter how far you go and where you are, the softest spot in your heart is forever kept for your family, isn’t it?

And of course, the weekend is not complete without watching the Golden Globe Red Carpet – let’s call it Black Carpet this year in support of the #TimesUp movement.

Sorry for a rumbling journal. I was a bit tired after all the exciting moments, and my brain doesn’t work as well as it should. šŸ™ƒ

Good night world. Tomorrow is a new day!

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