"Done right, the weekend is a two-day-but-endless-feeling dreamy Theatre of the Absurd, and as such justifies itself as a sanctioned, pre-packaged Fun Time. Like, you can’t really argue with “weekend."
Twenty-two years in the South Pacific, not knowing any weather but hot and hotter. Now I conquer North America (Toronto for the most part), its taxes, food, seasons, music, and culture one entry at a time.
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