Except for the sunburn

You know how, when you were 12 or 13, and your parents wouldn't let you stay at your friend's house and your hair never looked right and your brother embarrassed you in front of the high school kids and you had a zit on the tip of your nose and you weren't allowed to use the phone because you were supposed to be doing the dishes? And how you locked yourself in your bedroom and daydreamed about what it would be like to be a grown up and have your own money and hang out with your cool friends and stay out as long as you wanted and eat ice cream for dinner and take off for your spur of the moment plans, like the beach or the movies or the mall or the park for a barbecue with all the fun and wonderful and super cool people you would know? Because you are a grown up and no one tells you what to do and you can have as much fun as you can possibly cram into 24 hours?

Yeah. That was my weekend.