A Quiet Weekend at Home while Terry’s Away

I’m sitting here in my PJs eating little wedges of a giant Rome apple that we brought back from North Carolina and drinking a glass of Riesling called “RELAX”.  The house is quiet except for the hum of the laptop and Shredder’s purring every once in a while.

Terry is probably just landing in Las Vegas for his annual Football weekend with Greg and Mark.  Unfortunately, Kent couldn’t make it for this 18th (or is it 19th) annual getaway.  The guys will get into town tonight, get settled, filled and rested for their 2-day marathon.  Saturday they’ll get up relatively early to have breakfast, then snag a good set of seats at their chosen casino sports book.  They prefer the ones that have personal monitors at each seat so they can select their favorite games to watch thru-out the day.  That is a personal monitor in addition to the 2 or 3 DOZEN HUGE TVs filling every inch of the walls of the room.

Once they get settled into their seats for the day, they’ll try to keep track of ALL the college football games going on all over the country.  They may bet a little on a few of them.  When the crowd cheers, they’ll search the screens to figure out which game just had a great play and watch the replay.  Once in a while they’ll take a break (one at a time so as not to lose their prime locations) and maybe go play a little video poker or slots or grab a quick bite to eat.  They’ll probably trash talk about their picks and compare notes to see who might get lucky and have a good day, but mostly they just enjoy the camaraderie and the annual overdose of  uninterrupted football.

After the majority of games have ended they’ll leave their posts and head out for one of the amazing buffets along the strip.  Then on Sunday morning they’ll start the routine all over again with the NFL football games.  Oh and they’ll probably sprinkle in a few NBA or NHL games as well.

I don’t even think that they talk much about their lives, even though they usually only see each other this one time each year.  Once Terry came home and I asked him for an update on the wives and kids and he said they never talked about it.  He tries to get at least a little bit of info for me now because I gave him such a hard time about it that time.  Maybe we should try to plan a get together with the husbands AND wives so we can find out what’s happening in everyone’s world.

Well, I told him to win a lot of money so we could go to Ireland next year.  Do you think there’s any chance of that?  I always fall back on the fact that Terry’s brother, Ted won $20,000 on the 2nd Keno card that they ever played!  Can you imagine?  Wow!

As for me…Shredder and I have the house to ourselves.  Even though I love spending time with my hubby, I also enjoy these quiet weekends when I can do absolutely anything that I want.  I could stay in my pajamas all weekend if I wanted to (but I won’t).  I can get projects done, go hang out with my girlfriends, go shopping, read, stay up late, blog, sleep late, watch chick flicks all weekend or whatever in the world I want.  Not that I couldn’t really do any of these things when Terry’s at home, it’s just different somehow.  When he’s home (especially on the weekends) I want to spend time with him and that’s my priority, so personal projects get set aside more often.  I’m glad these weekends don’t happen too often, but I enjoy it once or twice a year.

So maybe I’ll get caught up on some of my blogging this weekend.  And I’m already planning an outing tomorrow with a friend.  I do need to get going on some Christmas shopping too. I’m sure I’ll manage to fill up my time before I know it.

What do you do with your alone time?

Have a great weekend, whatever you’re doing.

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