This weekend was important to me. I’m easily overwhelmed and will happily opt out of functional activities if it means even five more minutes of blank-brain-itis. Agreeing to an entire weekend with a friend I only knew online was a big, nerve-fraying, deal. I had concerns.
I’m not big on plans. I usually have one or two things that I want to happen, and then everything else is varying shades of meh/sure. The want things are even flexible; the weekend isn’t only about what I want, and I am going to have a weekend that includes everyone The End. I want for other people to be navigators of our time, too.
So, out-of-town guests are particularly interesting. They don’t know my area, and they certainly don’t know my specific loves and interests, and all of that is part of why they visit. I have to plan stuff.
Which is why the freakouts are prominent in my house. How clean should the house be? Do I get a sliding pass becaause 3 dogs and I’m vaguely hipstery? What does a sliding pass mean; side eye and now I only get to come visit them, but not the other way around? What counts as an event? Can netflix be an event? Should I clean the inside of this fridge that sucks on a regular basis even without visitors? How important is current backyard maintenance? Does being broke earn us leeway or chagrin? Who will pay for my additional therapy sessions?
My guest-friend sidled in, and things were both new and ok at the same time. Our pets were ruffled and displeased and we were both in a constant state of processing information, but I think we got the basics covered:
I think we are friends IRL, y’all. Even though #doghair and #unwashedfridgeshelves and #ourdogshateeachother
I think we’re real.
Classical Sass 