After 50 hour weeks my weekends don't seem to be long enough. I think about when I was in school and worked 30 hours a week in addition to spending insane amounts of time in studio and wonder how I ever managed to find and woo a partner.
A short update for anyone who might be interested:
I've really settled into my new routine: Working 7:30 to 6:00 four days a week at the firm, teaching drafting and design Friday mornings at CCD and then tutoring handicapped teens Friday afternoon.
I talked my Dad into joining us for trivia at Illegal Petes this last Thursday and we ended up kicking a lot of ass. Check out our mention of the Quizmaster's blog here.
Saturday we did the Great American Beer Fest (For free! Thanks Nicole!) with some friends and I got drunk 1 oz of beer at a time. By the end I thought it would be a good idea to slide down the rail out of the convention center and ate shit right at the end to the applause of all those descending the stair behind us.
Sunday I was hungover and worthless and ate my weight in carbohydrates sitting in front of the TV.
I struggle between trying to enjoy my weekend doing what I want and being productive. This coming weekend I will have to do something very productive. Hope all is well with everyone else out there.