The Weekend that Wasn't

Ever have one of those weekends that didn't happen? You wake up on Monday and realize that, really, nothing much happened. I get that a lot now that I live in the "real world." In college, you could stretch your weekend into 3, 4, even 5 days with no consequences. I don't know why I never did that.

On Friday: I had an ultimate game, then wandered around 18th St. (where a huge number of bars are) so I could watch all the drunk people and inevitable fights.

On Saturday: I read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. All 784 pages. While very satisfying, I can't say this furthered any of my larger ambitions in life. Also I've noticed that it is immensely difficult to talk to fellow Potter fans until they complete the book. They are very nervous around me, knowing that I hold the secrets to how it all ends.

On Sunday: If you're not a Potter person, this was the only day I had anything. After going huge on grocery shopping, I played a little softball, and then watched a movie. After such a wild and crazy weekend, I went to bed sometime before 8pm. Ostensibly, I was taking a nap, but we all know how that works.

Now I'm back at work, and I'm left wondering what happened to my weekend. Does this happen to anyone else or is it just me?