Glitter, Glow Sticks & Mimosas — A Weekend for the Books
Whew. I’m writing this wrapped in a blanket, coffee in hand, wondering how my body still exists after this weekend. It was one of those rare weekends that hit every note—friends, family, fun, a little chaos, and just enough rest to keep me going (barely).
Let’s rewind, shall we?
Friday: Chaos Mode Activated
We kicked off the weekend strong—out with friends, dancing like no one was watching (and drinking like we forgot we weren’t 22 anymore). It was one of those nights where you lose track of time, lose your voice from singing too loud, and possibly lose one earring somewhere between the dance floor and the Uber. 10/10 would do it again.
Saturday: Balance, But Make It Exhausting
We started Saturday with extra-long morning snuggles with Penny, our little heartbeat with fur. Her sleepy eyes and floppy paws are the best hangover cure I know.
Then it was off to swim with my niece and nephew, and let me tell you—we swam like actual fishes. Cannonballs, underwater races, splash wars—the whole summer-in-a-movie vibe. My nephew has endless energy, and I... do not. So by the time we got home, we crashed hard into the best nap ever. You know the kind where the sun’s still out and your body’s still a little chlorine-scented? Pure bliss.
But rest was short-lived, because Saturday night we had a glow stick 5K. Yup, you read that right. We drank a little beforehand (as one does), threw on some glitter, glow sticks, and hit the pavement with friends. Running under neon lights, blasting music, and laughing the whole way made it way more fun than it sounds.
And because we’re apparently allergic to downtime, we followed that up with a night out at the club. No agenda, just good music, good friends, and that perfect kind of chaos where everyone’s sweaty and smiling.
Sunday: Recovery & Mimosas (Yes, Both)
While Eric ran 12 miles (seriously, how?!), I very responsibly slept in because absolutely not. That couldn’t be me. I support from the sidelines—in my pajamas.
Later, I headed to a baby shower for my cousin, where I caught up with family, gushed over tiny onesies, and maybe drank a few too many mimosas. It was one of those unexpectedly lovely afternoons full of stories, laughs, and slightly blurry family selfies.
The day wrapped with couch snuggles, possibly a nap-snore situation on my end, and finally, a Love Island finale watch party because I am nothing if not committed to trash TV and drama that isn’t mine.
TL;DR:
Drinks were had. Miles were run (not by me). Naps were earned. Glow sticks were worn. Love was felt. And now I need a weekend to recover from my weekend.
Here’s to more weekends that fill your cup—even if they also empty your energy.
