Very shortly I will be stepping out with my Marthas for the weekend. We'll be staying in town this time, at a hotel within hollering distance of my house, which may come in handy, you never know.
We've all vowed to keep the usual embarrassment of snacks to a mere chagrin, but between you and me and the bedpost, we know it wouldn't be a true Martha weekend if one of us (who shall remain nameless) did not bring along a 5 lb bag of brown sugar. This really happened!
Tonight is movie night. My suggestions of Exit Through the Gift Shop, 127 Hours, Biutiful, Barney's Version, The Kids are Alright, or Blue Valentine were all nixed, but fortunately we could all agree on Colin Firth ... I mean, The King's Speech.
After checking out rumours of warm cinnamon rolls in the hotel breakfast bar, we will head downtown tomorrow where we are taking in a matinee performance of She Has a Name, which will be followed by a panel discussion on human trafficking. A post-theatre wander through Kensington may be in the cards, followed by a trip to my new favourite local Indian restaurant, and then I am going to kick some Martha asses at pool.
On Sunday, I am really going to have to load up on the rumoured warm cinnamon rolls because we are going to the Home Show. Pray for me. I'll be the one fighting all the guys for the boyfriend chairs after I have witnessed all the mop demonstrations that I can stand.
What are you doing this weekend?
Have a lovely one, whatever your plans.