My Weekend

After being ravaged by a bloody cold that forced me to sleep my Friday away, I decided to head east for the weekend. My mom was having a dinner party, which could only mean one thing - good food. She made the best Colombian beans ever with tajadas (green banana), beef, avocado salad, and tortas de maiz (corn cakes)! I remember first tasting tortas de maiz when I was five. My mom used to make them all the time back then and now only does so on special occassions. I was in heaven. After all the guests left, I decided to stay over. It felt nice being home, so close to heaven and all. I intended to go out for a drink or a movie or do whatever it is young-ish people do, but fell asleep (again) with my clothes on. When I woke up, everything else was on, too. The tv, the computer, the lights, the sun. I performed last night's ritual (brushed teeth) and knocked on mom & dad's door like I was five. They were already up chatting in bed, so I crawled in. My dad made the best Colombian instant coffee ever. One cup, which we all shared. I was in heaven.

Later that day, like an hour later, my sister came over with Ricky & Lucy (doggies). We salsa danced for 2 hours. You can imagine where we all were, how it felt, laughing, dancing together. Heavenly.