I still find the question “what do you usually do on weekends?” very hard to answer. I can tell you what I usually do after work: gorcery shopping, TV, book reading in Borders, blog writing, BBS browsing, movie going and sometimes Valley Fair shopping when gas price was not outrageously high like it is now. But what do I do on weekends? You tell me.
The past weekend, I had friends over to pot luck, and went to oyster farm to eat oyster and Stinson beach to kill watermelon and places to do city sightseeing the other day. The week before… I don’t remember. And the week before that I had friends visiting from LA and we went to NAPA and Santa Clara (CPK, afternoon tea, and chatting outdoor in a nice evening.) And the week before that I was just back from Japan and was proably resting. The thing is, I do almost totally different things (aside from drinking and eating) every weekend. If there is a concert I am interested in, I will go to the concert; if there are some movies worth watching, I will go to the movies, and this can go on and on and on. Point is, how can you possibly expect me to answer such question? How can I possibly come up with an answer? Have to know that I am not a housewife with a newborn and a husband to tend to. If I were one, you can expect me to give you a very specific answer. But I am not, so why do you ask?
I hate that question (cuz I cannot help but wanting to really answer it, which is what I do when people ask me something) and people can not seem to stop popping that around. Yaks.