Labour Weekend
1. A long weekend is all relative
It’s a long weekend if you leave your job on Friday afternoon (early even!) and know you don’t have to give it another thought till you return on the Tuesday.
It’s a long weekend when Sunday night is still filled with ease and relaxation or maybe (you lucky little lucksters) you’re still sitting on the dock of the bay, watching the tide roll away. You’re not even at home! Past nine! PM!
It’s a long weekend if you spend part of the Monday sitting in traffic cursing those around you even though you’re secretly pleased to be part of the gang of for-real, proper dirty four-wheel drives with tightly secured jet skis and whatnot. (Also gives you time to wax lyrical over new bach neighbours Murray and Jess; really lovely people who you can’t wait to catch up with again over the summer now you’ve all become barbecue besties.)
Tragically, for some of us, it’s also a long weekend when you haven’t organised anything, there’s no food in the house, you’ve ticked nothing off last year’s spring list of Things To Do and instead spent hours watching a series and a half on Netflix featuring an Irish boy and his imaginary friend. Incredibly, over three whole days you have done ABSOLUTELY ZILCH despite knowing you have work to get done and there are weeds up above the fence line that you can’t get away with calling wildflowers any more.
You do, however, give up at least a few minutes to blow dust off the bedside table before putting your plate of toast on it. It makes quite the difference.
Tick.
2. Pick a beach, any beach
But make sure it’s raining, windy and cold, at least a good few hours away so you can then arrive at said beach and sit in the car an hour or so more before turning around for home.
Take a back route and get lost.
3. Eat your way through it
Look, I’d be lying if I said we got up early, blended up a green glass of goodness and filled a cooler full of snacks and filtered water before hitting the open road.*
In truth we didn’t leave till just before lunch due to stopping for a better smoothie than I could ever make, two coffees after the first one was rubbish and a somewhat heated discussion about where we were going. On the way.
Due to a ingrained fear of ever being hungry we stocked up on a LOT of food topped up by cafe stops.
That extra day can be quite exhausting.
*I also sense you’d never believe me.
If you’re in NZ, how was your Labour Weekend?
Did you get away for a break or are you this very minute wiping toast crumbs off the bottom sheet? Like a heathen.
Photo by Oliver Raatz
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