Dear weekend,

Sorry about that. I was rotten to you. I cursed you for your crummy weather and for not offering me a break. It's just that the other weekend was much more promising of things to come, and then you came and were a total wet blanket. Nevertheless, I acted in a way I shouldn't.

By the time Sunday morning came around, at least, I felt much better. If there's something to love about a free Friday night, there's certainly something to also love about a fresh Sunday morning, knowing you have a clean slate. I think it even made my coffee taste different (though I will admit I did switch blends that morning).

The rainy weekend wasn't all bad, of course, and here are things that I managed to love about it:

1. Curling up under a down blanket to watch Singin' in the Rain on Friday night. How many times have I watched that movie, I'd like to know. I feel the cadence of not only the music but also the dialogue in the very depths of my brain. "Zelda! Wooo, Zelda!" Such joy it has brought to many a humdrum day. "It makes us feel as though our hard work ain't been in vain for nothin'." Truly.

2. Participating in a standing ovation for my big brother and the young musicians behind him. He's the conductor of my alma mater's wind symphony, and they were all freshly tanned from their recent tour in Costa Rica.

3. A late-night, post-party conversation about first cars and odd couples.

4. A Monte Cristo sandwich at Wall Street Diner. We go there nearly every other weekend and split this sandwich every time. I have officially fulfilled a life goal of having a bar to sit at where the server knows my "usual."

5. Some spiteful games of Spite and Malice.

6. Lemon and almond meringues, or, as some like to call them, "angel poop".