It's Friday, and I'm ready to swang...

Anyone remember that Aaliyah song? (hint: it was called Back and Forth, popular in the mid to late 90's)

Ok, enough name that tune. Weekends hold a certain amount of anticipation for most people. I tend to switch from one extreme to another. I'll either overbook myself or do absolutely nothing. This weekend is one of the former, evidenced by the following:

Today I spent over 2 hours at the gym, came home and held two telephone summits to discuss plans for this evening, took a long shower, gave myself a damn good pedicure (it looks professional...yay for me!), blowdried my hair (doesn't look professional - damn!), checked emails, and am about to finish a book. Later I need to run a few errands like picking up dry cleaning and hitting the ATM. After that I am engaging in the ubiquitious "girls' night out" to celebrate a friend's birthday.

Tomorrow my parents are coming to visit, then we are shopping for furniture, which will probably take most of the day. Though I plan on working out sometime on Saturday, if I can straighten up my house tonight and don't stay out too late I can probably go before they arrive in the morning - otherwise I won't have an opportunity until the evening and then I'll be tempted to skip because I'm sure my parents will take me out to lunch and/or dinner and I hate working out after I've eaten. According to a trainer at my gym, I *can* have Madonna's arms in 8 weeks, so I really want to see that happen! (truth be told, I don't think it is possible and I can't wait for the 8 weeks to be up so I can scoff when it doesn't become a reality, though I do hope I see some improvement...there's already plenty of definiton, oh yes, but I want to be RIPPED like Madge or SJP of SATC)

Sunday, of course, is the day of my favorite meal - brunch! My boyfriend's former roommate is now a server so he is going to hook us up with Mimosas on the sly (he claims all servers do this and it is a tacit 'perk' permitted by the owners of this particular establishment, so don't worry, he isn't going to get fired or anything!) I'm looking forward to the brunch because there is nothing I love more than a nice gourmet buffet. See, I'm a nibbler by nature, so I prefer sampling smaller helpings of various foods. Plus...lowering voice to a conspiratorial whisper...I can't picture this friend being a server so it will have some entertainment value, too. He's really not a "people person" at all, so I can't imagine him smiling courteously at the restaurant patrons and cheerily taking orders. Is that terrible of me to say? I just hope he doesn't throw food in someone's face and expect us to be his 'getaway drivers'!!!