After a fairly intense week at work (one of the quarterly tasks was due tomorrow and I got it delivered today *AND* this happened at the same time that they moved my office for the second time in two months due to renovations), I am, seriously, looking forward to this weekend.
We, apparently, have another cold front moving in so, once again, we’ll put off swapping winter for summer clothing until *NEXT* weekend and just focus on the usual weekend chores such as Whole Foods, PetSmart, King Soopers, Costco… laundry. But then I’m freaking out about laundry because when will we have time to do it because, this weekend is not only gaming night on Saturday night with the every-other-Saturday gaming group, but this Sunday night is THE OTHER SUPERBOWL: WRESTLEMANIA.
This is the big event that has it all:
The Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royal (which will show us who the next guy to move from “out of nowhere” to “huh, he’s going for the Intercontinental Belt”)
Neville vs. Austin Aries (the cruiserweights getting their own show is the best thing to happen to wrestling since the Monday Night Wars)
Goldberg vs. Brrrrrrrrock Lesnar
And, most importantly, Roman Reigns is going to be buried by the Undertaker.
It’s happening in the middle of freakin’ Lent which means that my usual thing of “WrestleMania should be a *FEAST*” is put on hold (maybe I’ll make an exception next year… I think I recall making one last year… anyway, not making one this year) but we’ll prepare a mountain of meats and cheeses to allow everybody to gorge out while watching the biggest event of the year.
And stagger, bleary-eyed, into work the next morning and explain “hey, sorry… WrestleMania. You know how it is.”
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)