"I'm not one to question which way the wind blows, but you've got to admit there's been a whole lot of 'You've gotta fucking be kidding me' going around this weekend."
I'm not sure why exactly this weekend ended up being a good one. For pretty much every reason I come up with for this having been a great one I can come up with at least two for it being shit. But still somehow sitting here at my desk in my office just shy of 8 o'clock on the Sunday before Christmas I can confidently say that I'll be marking a notch in the "win" column of the ridiculous score board that is my life.
Friday night I went by my mom's house and we all watched The Dark Knight. That's it. Nothing else. Just watched a movie. And it was great.
Saturday I literally played video games and scratched my balls all day long, and by the time the sunset I was in a better mood than I'd been in weeks.
Saturday night I was just getting ready to say fuck it and go to sleep early when I missed a phone call from an "old friend" I hadn't talked to in a few weeks. Seeing as we hadn't talked I didn't plan on paying a visit but still felt invigorated enough to make a run down to the office and then another out to Barnes and Nobles where the following went horribly wrong.
I grabbed a few random Christmas gifts for the kids (Twilight books for my sister, a stuffed teddy bear) and a few things to make a folder for one of the church kids (a Dungeons and Dragons calendar, some magazines to cut magic and video game pictures out of) and headed up on line. So the girl who ends up ringing me up is probably 20 years old or so, kind of cute, looks frazzled from a long Christmas shopper type day. She starts scanning my stuff. Twilight books? She gives me an odd look. Dungeons and Dragons Calendar? Another odd look, but she's sort of smiling too. Teddy Bear? Now she's pretty much on the verge of laughing at me which is cool. So she's ringing up the magazines and she gets to the last one, I thought it was a video game magazine. There's no bar code on the side I had looked at, so she turns it over...and stops smiling. And now I see what she sees. One the side with a bar code is a scantily clad woman with the words "See Me and My Friends Naked" written next to her. Yeah...I inadvertently bought porn at Barnes and Nobles. I'm about to defend myself when my phone rings, and I'm distracted. But now it's sort of pointless to say anything. It would seem disingenuous to try and explain to the counter girl why you didn't intend to buy porn in Barnes and Nobles when you're chatting on your cellphone with a go-go dancer.
I swear this shit only happens to me.
So by the time the night ended I was sitting at the desk in my office at three in the morning hacking at a book about dragons with a pocket knife and attempting to find a picture of a giant bowl of mashed potatoes.
How many other people can say that about their Saturday nights?
This afternoon we bumped up the Antioch meeting so we were done and on our way by half past three. We headed out to TGI Friday's for a later lunch/early dinner and by the time I'd dropped everyone off it wasn't even six o'clock. It was a weird meeting and a weird meal afterwards, but somehow it was still fun. Everyone seemed sort of tired, sort of drained. I guess everyone's just exhausted from getting ready for the holidays.
So now it's only eight o'clock, there's nothing good on tv, and I'm oddly exhausted. So I'm going to head home, read a bit, and get to bed early tonight.
All things considered it was a pretty solid weekend.
My only regret is that we didn't make a run at Palisades on Friday.
Oh well.
Another time. Definitely another time.
'Night All.
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