As we grow older, the concept of a good weekend changes dramatically.  When I was in high school, a good weekend constituted going out with all my friends (yes, I use to have them), being stupid, acting like idiots, and having a good time which sometimes meant drinking, sometimes it meant playing baseball, sometimes it meant sneaking out of the house. (sorry mom)  A good weekend then was every weekend.  Of course at the time it wasn't, but nothing ever is good in the moment.  It takes reflection and hindsight to realize how good we once had things.  Since I've been at school, I have of course lost all the friends, with a few notable exceptions, I had in high school.  I have had some good weekends since I've been gone, but they are a lot more scarce than they were just 3 years ago.  Now since I am older and more mature (hopefully), I cherish these weekends a lot more since I know how few and far between they are.  This is going to be one of those weekends.

    This weekend is going to be good.  No, this weekend is going to be great.  All my friends will be in the same city for the first time in over a year.  Tim, who lives in Colorado and I haven't seen in 10 months, finally figured out that it's the airplanes that move and not his entire city.  So, I will get to see my best friend Thursday-Sunday and we will have a blast because as my cousin Mark so elequently put it, "My best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time."  I also just found out that Jon & Melissa have moved up there departure date and will arrive sometime Sunday afternoon to be in Titusville for good and I haven't seen them since September.  Plus, Dana is coming home for the summer on Monday.  Almost all the people I care about will be there this weekend.  It's something I've been waiting a long time for.  In fact, just to commemorate this event, I'm skipping my classes on both Friday and Tuesday (hope my teachers aren't reading this).  This isn't something that's going to happen too many times in the rest of my life maybe.  Especially if Tim ends up living in Colorado for good (which I'll kill him for).  I will cherish this weekend for everything that it's worth.  It's going to be the best weekend I've had in a long time.  Those moments that use to be a dime a dozen (I hate that expression, what the hell does it really mean anyway) come rarely these days.

    I am really looking forward to this weekend.  I'm looking forward to stealing a little bit of my childhood back.  The times when I didn't care about the test I have or the money I have to make or that I'll be out in the real world in less than a year.  The times when the moments were filled with the magic only a child can feel.  Those innocent pure moments when nothing else matters but the memories that you're making and you hope the moment never ends.  So, Dana, Tim, Jon, Melissa, mom, dad, Scott, Mary, Robert, Beth, Angela, and Timmy, thank you for giving me an excitement I rarely feel these days.  Thanks for the memories we've already made in my mind.  Thanks for being a part of my life.  This will be a good weekend, but only because you will all make it possible.  Thanks.