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August 4, 1997 11:37AM EST This weekend was rather long. Friday was rather Awful. Note the capital -A-. So many things went wrong last week at work, and I abandoned ship on Friday afternoon with my head spinning from all of it, just desperate to get away from it all. Sabs came and picked me up and we grabbed food at the deli downstairs. We were trying to meet up with our friend Chris to see Spawn at 3:30. We needed to pick him up by 3:15 in order to make it to the theatre on time. We didn't make it. So Chris suggested that we drive down to Potomac Mills, the mall near his home in Woodbridge and catch a 5pm-ish show. This would still leave him time to get to his bowling game and we'd still all get to see a movie. So we get down there just before five. And Chris and I are standing in line while Sabs was using the men's room. And that's when Chris was explaining ohow much of the bowling game he'd miss etc. etc. etc. So I asked him why we were bothering to go to the movie and he said "Because you all really wanted to see it". This made me laugh, and I explained that I didn't want to see it THAT badly. So we got out of line, collected Sabs and went to Ikea instead and Sabs and I picked out some shelves we've been meaning to buy for a long time. Loading up the car posed some problems but we figured it all out, got all of the stuff into the car safely and sat around on the hood of the car talking until Chris left for his game. While perhaps not as generically entertaining as a movie, we were productive, and sitting around talking to Chris is always fun. He's a tease, and a flirt but also intensely thoughtful and is generally interesting to talk to. He's very direct with his opinions and thoughts, none of that pussyfoot beating around the bush, of which I am so often guilty. Sometimes, his manner takes me aback, but most of the time, it just makes me think. So Sabs and I went home. And put our shelves together and put books away on them and we are now much happier to have a nice looking bookshelf rather than piles upon piles of books all over the floor. Dinner on Friday was quiet. We were all tired. Saturday was pretty nasty. I was just zonked out. Winnie was sleepy from taking allergy medecine and poor Sabs kept catching the brunt of my snappishness as I lost my temper over and over. Finally I just gave up and went back to bed. Winnie and I slept most of the day. I started to feel more like myself around dinner time. Sabs made dinner for him and I and I made food for Winnie. That meal was a lot more jolly than Friday's, but it was a very quiet day all around. I got laundry done, but that's about it. Sunday started off with a bang -- namely the pounding searing pain of a tension headache. My shoulder and neck were so badly knotted that I was getting shooting pains behind my eye which I tried to soothe with a warm compress. That helped a little, but I eventually had Winnie give me a neck rub so that I'd make through all of Air Force One which we caught in a matinee ... at 11:15AM. We met Chris down there. Everyone liked the movie except for me. Perhpas it's just my nature to be perversely stubborn and different, but though the effects were cool and the acting was great, I just had a really hard time swallowing yet another ultra-patriotic, 'rah rah America' movie. It made me want to toss my cookies, frankly. there was an element of questioning of motivations in the movie, but the end result of the message was still a "We're right, they're wrong" one and that just BUGS me. Chris and Sabs and Marlo and I role-played in the afternoon. It was rather surreal. Three modern professionals get sucked back in time. Very weird stuff. Fun, but weird. Marlo left around 8:30PM and we watched Michael. This was more for Chris & Winnie's benefit as neither of them had seen it, whereas Sabs and I saw it when it came out in theatres. All in all Sunday, was a good day, though we didn't get the housewrok done and I was rather tired out by the end of it. I made myself stay awake to stuff bills into their respective envelopes and stamp them, with help from Sabs, so I could slip them into the mail today. This morning, I tried to get up early, and failed miserably. But I did wind up getting up on time, which was better, in the long run, because I was bouncing and full of energy and happy. And the good mood persists ... |