Weekend Plans.

A few weeks ago Angie asked if she could come up to visit me in New York the second week of September.



A quick recap. Angie was my first real new york friend (and of course she is from Kansas. Because everyone who lives here isn't from here). She started working at the bookstore after being laid off from an archive job and spent a good 8 months slaving away at the bookstore with me. When I say we immediately became friends, I mean it. I introduced myself to her as soon as I saw her, and it was like a moment of 'we are totally going to be friends aren't we?'. As simple as pie.



It's so weird that I am often criticized for not hanging out with people from work when there was a time when Angie and I hung out every day. From movies, to coffee dates to late night drives around the area, she was my partner in crime. We made Obama cupcakes for goodness sakes! When she relocated to DC for a real job I knew that my social activity would go from 'something to do every day with someone I liked' to 'damn I have nothing to do and no where to go'



We've been trying to set up a weekend when I can come down to Dc or her to New York for a year now but our plans always fell throw. But when she asked back in August if she could come up just for a weekend of hanging out, I immediately thought 'hell yeah'.



But shit. Now that weekend in question is upon me and I am a little nervous. August was a really bad month and this last week has been hell in every way shape or form. She asked if I could house her in my room and at first I was like 'I don't know I don't really have the space". But it wouldn't make sense for her to come to New York and stay with another friend if her intention is to spend the weekend with me. And by moving my bed I've created enough space in my room for her to crash without it being weird.



But I guess I am not use to housing people or better yet 'entertaining people' for longer than a few hours. Even friends. And now she is going to be here in New York and in my room for the whole weekend. I came up with a cool list of things we could do this weekend all involving a trip to the city. But yeah, of all the weekends to gallivant around the city like young twenty something year olds,this weekend is going to be the most appropriate time to do that especially because of the memorials and protests that will take place on Saturday.



There are plenty of things we can do around town. I think. But I guess I am more concerned about those dreaded awkward silences that may arise throughout this two day weekend. Sure we both have plenty to say to one another. So much has happened in the year since she moved that there will be plenty of things to discuss. But I can't help but wonder if our friendship thrived off of the misery that we both felt (and I still feel) working at the bookstore. Don't get me wrong this chick is amazing. She loves Dorothy Parker, is a complete foodie, can have intellectual conversations with me about romance novels ( I am obsessed with analyzing this genre) and has been to Scotland. And the night she asked me if I wanted to go on a drive with her because 'it helps me think' I knew that I loved this girl. Hardcore.

But I worry nonetheless that I will be boring and she will regret having wanted to come up.

Regardless of my nerves, I've cleaned my room exceptionally well today (where is my mom to reward me for this) and am stoked to see Angie tomorrow. I have to work from 10-6 and she won't be into town until 9 but we plan on grabbing dinner at our favorite diner around the corner where hamburgers are sure to be consumed. If she isn't too tired we may even go for a late night drive.

Outside of my nervousness I realize how much I really want to relax this weekend and just have a good time with an old friend. I feel like my mind, life and emotional state has gone to shit ever since I returned from vacation and being able to forgo the seriousness of my life for 48 hours will do some good.