So, the 3-day weekend from hell turned out to be ok by me. Rachel came over late Sunday night and we sat around and bs-ed with Feig and Rob for a while, and I proceeded to drink more fluids and eat more soup. Eventually, it was sleepy time, and Rachel and I went upstairs for cuddling and alone time and watched the beginning of Scary Movie before we both passed out. We spent, essentially, all of monday in bed together, just sleeping, holding each other close. I don't think I've ever felt so happy or relaxed in my entire life, and I couldn't think of a better way to spend a day off than in bed with the one I love.
So, it wasn't a romantic weekend in a hotel somewhere, but it was certainly a weekend, and parts of it were definitely romantic, so overall, I give this weekend a 4 out of 5 pandas.
