The Three Day Weekend is officially overrated. Too much work to do on Thursday to catch your plane on time. Too much work on Monday to make up from your truant Friday. Too much fun crammed into three days (We closed a bar on Saturday night. Hello free pints; goodbye time!).
I’m dying here and so is Jenn. Brain, body and liver are all scraping by at less than optimal levels. I now need another vacation (as trite as it sounds) just to recover.