This weekend I did exactly what I had planned to do. I went to the markets early on Saturday morning and picked up ingredients for dinner that night. Burritos! I rode up to watch 4 increasingly sweaty men chase a small rubber ball around and swing racquets very quickly right near each other's heads for half an hour. Then I rode home and discovered I had locked myself out of the house (not planned), so I rode into town and grabbed my brother's keys and then rode to a birthday BBQ in the park. It was hot and I was ill-prepared for the park. I had no drinks, I had nothing to sit on, I had no suncream. I got burnt. I left early in order to meet my friend and head to the beach. A much better option. The water was cold but it was generally pleasant down there. I did not get any more burnt :)

I went home again, I cooked up some burritos. My dad came over and he and my brother ate aforementioned burritos and talked about such topics as why dad is 10 seconds slower around the race track now than 10 years ago, why join the army and how much we eat for lunch. Hmmm. Then I watched some shitty TV and went to bed. Saturday achieved.

Even though I did everything I wanted to do, there were other places I would rather have been.