Greetings weekend beings, I look around here to share with you, a particularly beautiful experience, where a group of friends spoiled my plans, just to improve them up.
January is always a difficult month, a month of adjustments and projections, so the hustle and bustle can be extremely exhausting .As we are such a united family that we do almost everything together, like a pack, where the weight of the provision and protection falls upon my wife and me, it usually happens that the weekend we only want to rest and relax.
Without my wife suspect, I got my mother -in -law to access our girls during the weekend so that we could go for a walk; I did not want to leave our boy with the grandmother not to abuse her good will.
I had everything planned.On Saturday night, he would take my wife to a trova concert where one of her favorite troubadours was presented.As there is also a good gastronomic offer there, the plan sounded perfect, we would be almost alone, she (the child) and me.
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We arrived early, we chose a remote table, in the most discreet corner of the restaurant.The concert began, I was happy, my child was happy and my wife a bit more beyond happy. She had her favorite music, we were there for each other, with good food and without having to make the table or scrub at the end of the day, but ...
Henry appeared first.Then Freddy, then Andres and Maria de Lourdes plus an endless group of artists, poets, troubadours who, barely discovered us, destroyed our privacy and were taking their seats and joys around our table, to break my plans and make it a way, way better and a very especial weekend .
Next time I will not waste my time planning anything, it is enough for every weekend its own happiness.
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