It's funny when your single how the definition of "weekend fun" differs from when you get married. Even when I was engaged, living with roommates, we had the best time on the weekend. A couple bottles of wine, a Say Yes to the Dress marathon or Twilight, and it's a party. Now, my weekends consist of trips to Home Depot and a fancy dinner out no longer appeals to me.
I am perfectly content cooking. In fact, that's where I thrive. I'm happy just being with my husband even if that means a trip to the hardware store. I think the reason behind it is, I know he'd do the same for me. Case in point... last year, I dragged him to the Metropolitan Cooking and Entertaining Show in Washington DC.
This wouldn't be so bad except he works in DC, commutes 2.5 hours a day. EACH DAY!! So I know he was not excited to make that trip on a day he didn't have to. Luckily, he may get to go again this November. I know he's excited.
But in a relationship, it's give and take. If that means that I have to go to a hunting show in bum f*ck egypt on a Saturday night **sighs** I will. Hopefully, that won't happen too often. :D