So I’m going to Spain to watch my cousin get married. Talk about your extreme weekend trips, I’m literally going to Spain for a day and a half.
Hey, wanna go to Madrid for lunch? Why not?
I’m excited! I get to see all my beautiful friends and raise the dead. Of course, I’m gonna be a jet-lagged zombie that wants nothing more than death, but I’ll try and offset that by sleeping on the plane or whatever. Oh, it’s gonna be icky. Who cares. My family and friends are worth it.