Weekends are quite strange - some live for it while others have nothing to do and pretty much treat it like just any other day. Personally I never really did have anything bad or overly good to say about them except that it's nice. Back in the days, my weekends were usually pretty much confined to home (lots of sleeping and eating) or the occasional outings with Upstairs Bitch - lots of smoking and shopping.
Of late (if I really have to be honest, it's been going on for a few years now) I have been hanging out with Queen Bitch since both of us are single and pretty much with all the time in the world. It's always nice to have a company - as miserable as both of us were and I would do the usual sleeping over and then we'll call it a weekend by Sunday evening. Besides the usual go and eat something or park ourselves infront of the TV, there is also some time being spent by the pool. The thing about me is that I do like myself looking very much tanned indeed. Not orangy or burnt red kinda tanned but really dark yummy tan. Not to say that my body is great or it gives me a chance to jam into the tiniest speedo that I can find but rather I just love living under the sun. Give me water, sand and sun and I am a happy camper. Besides, I am old enough to learn the lesson of being happy in my own skin...even if it's flabby or the beer gut jr is jutting out.
What I do like about just chilling at Queen Bitch's place is that the pool is usually quiet and free from children and it's elevated from the ground....at least 6 storey high so you get the usual infinity pool view and lots of wind. Unlike my porn fantasy (it usually would be jammed with some hot boys in little trunks), all I got over the last two days were some middle eastern and caucasian guys...not in speedos but hey, at least they are topless and they aint your usual skinny chink. I should really kill the person who invented board shorts. Anyway topless isn't too bad now isn't it? Put on some music and pull out that book and it's a good weekend.