I'm off to NJ for the weekend to attend my best-friend-from-childhood son's bar mitzvah. Her bat mitzvah was 27 years ago, and if her son's is half as fun, I'll have a wonderful time.
But the best part of the trip? I'm by myself with a half dozen books, and my own hotel room for one night. (I'm staying at my friend's home the other night.) I'm planning a long bubble bath and lots of HBO watching if I have the time.
No taking care of other people. No noise. No demands. Down at the Shore everything is alright.