Every few weeks, I find myself without plans for the weekend. Once in a while, this is a welcome change: I can sit around and do nothing for a few days, catch up on sleep, do some reading, or catch a movie. It almost never happens, though. The weekends with no plans always turn out the busiest.

We saw Mr. & Mrs. Smith, then had some people over for drinks. Then we went mini-golfing, and had some people over for margarita night. Then we saw Murderball and had dinner at Stromboli Express, and I came home and had a drink and watched Universal Soldier, which was so bad it was great.

Weekends used to be for relaxing at the end of a rough week, but now I need Monday and Tuesday to recover from the weekend.