Last Friday was Jesse’s birthday, so we helped him celebrate by taking a walking tour of some of the bars on Franklin St. Although, now that I think of it, I completely punked out and didn’t buy him a drink for his birthday. Although, now that I think of it for a little longer, I was pretty much dirt poor, and Greg bought my drinks, and Greg bought the first round at Reservoir, so I think it’s alright. If I feel bad about it later, I’ll make him some cookies. Although I think his wife reads this (hi, Sumi!) so maybe I shouldn’t blog that, because now she’ll be expecting cookies. Except I like making cookies, so there. If you are reading this, Sumi, the cookies will most likely happen after we finish moving. Unless, in a fit of packing-fueled frustration, I shirk my responsibilities and make cookies sooner. But I wouldn’t count on it.
Anyway, back to the weekend hijinx. Or lojinx, since I really wasn’t up to much mischief. So the walking tour. We started at Reservoir, and “we” was me, Greg, Sumi, Jesse (haver of the birthday), Michael, and two new cool peeps: Naomi and Laura. After Reservoir, we went to Fuse, where I almost ran into someone from high school. I think she saw and recognized me, but we didn’t say anything to each other because, well, we don’t have anything to say these days. C’est la vie, et ca plein pour moi. I also got some sorry-ass excuse for sweet potato fries at Fuse. I mean, they were okay, and I ate them, but they weren’t mind-blowing. Or mouth-blowing. Or whatever. After Fuse, we went to La Rez – we ran into some people Jesse and Sumi knew, and got sucked into their group. And some nice guy that may or may not have actually known Jesse before that evening (I’m still a little unclear) paid all our covers, and by that time our group had swelled to ten. (Cover was only $2, but still, I thought it was nice.) I was sorely unimpressed with La Rez. Although – and I won’t name any names – apparently it’s possible to pass a jay on their patio/outdoor area without them caring. Also, as I was trying to push my way through the crowd to leave, someone popped me on the ass. Someone I didn’t know. And when I turned around, there were about five guys right around me, so I didn’t know who to slap. Whatever. La Rez was pretty fucking fratty. But at least the people I was with were cool, so it wasn’t a totally miserable experience. After La Rez, we went to Yeats, which was much more my scene. And after Greg finished his drink, we called it an evening because I was nodding off. I managed to drive us home, though, since, thanks to my teeny, weeny tolerance, I was sober. And also thanks to my teeny, weeny tolerance, I had two whole drinks (one at Reservoir, one at Fuse), and managed to carry a pleasant tipsy for most of the evening, but sobered up by driving time. Yeehaw.
Saturday, we slept in, and then packed a little. Actually, I think we’ve got almost all our books packed now (except for rpg books), so…maybe it wasn’t really a “little” packing. We were productive. We’ve still got a ways to go, but hey. Saturday evening, Eric and Eva cooked dinner for us, as a thank you for cat-sitting while they were both gone a couple weeks ago. And it fucking rocked! Fuse needs to take some notes from Eva on how to make a fucking awesome sweet potato french fry. We also had tasty, tasty, tasty marinated and grilled portobellos, un-fucking-believably delicious risotto (it was so hard not to pig out on that), and an awesome salad. If you didn’t know, I’m generally anti-salad. Apparently, the fix for that is to add some avocado and bread “croutons.” (I don’t know what they were – they were like croutons, but not rock hard.) Good to know. Later in the evening, Greg went to Greensboro for James’s birthday party – I stayed home, which turned out to be the right choice since there were only two people we knew at the party (James and his roomie), so I would have been pretty uncomfortable. I meant to make it an early evening, so I could pack some more Sunday, but I was working on that damn sock, and I fucked the heel up. So of course I had to rip it out and do it correctly before I could go to sleep, and I turned in around 2 am.
Sunday, I slept in quite a bit. I woke up a little when Greg got home, but then when back to sleep pretty much immediately, and slept until 1:30 or 2. Then I got up and putzed around until 4, when I went to a different Eric’s house, to discuss my character, since I’m joining the game he runs. It’s…sci-fi, I guess, but it’s neat, and I’m all sorts of excited and nervous about it. I got home at 7:30 with a whopping headache, though, and went to bed early instead of going over to Jesse and Sumi’s with Greg to watch The Sopranos. I think they sent the dvd with Greg, though, so I can catch up. Oh and yesterday I bound off the sock, but I did it too tightly, so I’ve got to rework that. What is it with me and binding off tightly? Yeesh.
Wednesday! Wednesday! Wednesday! We close! ARGH! SO! EXCITED! I just feel like jumping all over the place, all the time, pretty much.
