Friday night, after hitting the gym (yeah, that’s right – I got on the treadmill, and got a more rigorous workout than on the bike, and I didn’t even hate it – although I won’t go as far as to say I enjoyed it totally, because I was reading a book and had to keep holding it open, it wouldn’t just sit open on its own) and after Greg had band practice, Jeremy and Kimmie came over and we hung out and watched some Dirty Jobs, and snacked. And it was a blast.
Yesterday, we went out to the house to mow and sweep and shit, and then came home and I took a nap (which fucking ruled!), and then we had pierogies for dinner (yum!), and then we intended to go see two shows (the Pneurotics and Monsonia, at different venues), but Greg accidentally left the lights on after running to Harris Teeter for the ‘rogies (since Food Lion doesn’t stock them), and the battery was dead. Mel and Jess came to save the day, though, and jump our car. Which took something over an hour, because our car doesn’t hook up to cables like most cars? Apparently you hook the positive up to the positive node on the battery, but the negative hooks up onto the engine block? I don’t even know. So we hung out and tried charging/jumping the battery for about an hour, and the inside and dash lights came on so something was working, but then Greg was a genius and thought to check the manual (I’m not even being sarcastic here, I totally didn’t even think about it and was convinced our battery was just a punk and we’d have to replace it when it wasn’t even a year old, probably not even six months yet), and figured it out, and it jumped on the first try! Go, Greg and Mel! Me and Jess sat on the curb and chatted – and Jess is a fan of cheesy ass Scifi movies that are near and dear to my heart, like Frankenfish and Shark Attack 3 and Boa vs. Python and, uh, I think it was called Komodo Island? (the one with Jerry Manthey), shit like that. Mel and Jess ended up hanging out with us afterward (which was awesome, since they rock, and their original plans were to watch Lost at their place, which would have meant we didn’t get to enjoy their awesome company) and we ate cheese and crackers and drank (which I think my Lexapro didn’t agree with – I just had one glass of wine and I woke up with what I am pretty sure what a small hangover this morning, ooof) and watched – you guessed it – Dirty Jobs. I especially love watching that show with people who haven’t seen it before, and seeing their reactions. And Jess tipped me off to a movie that sounds right up my alley, with Jeffrey Combs in it, that I *just* added to our Netflix queue: Hammerhead, about some dude that has like a dying son and he saves him by using his brain (I think) to create a shark/human hybrid that starts eating people and can feed on land or in the sea. Yeah. I can’t fucking wait for that to show up, seriously. It’s like second on the queue right now (and only because the next disc of Dirty Jobs is first and I couldn’t bump that).
Today, Greg’s got a game in Cary, and I’m doing laundry. And here’s the thing, which is huge for me: I’m leaving it unattended in the laundry room. I’m not overly happy about that, because while I think the chance of someone stealing our laundry is slim to nil, if it happened, it would ruin my day and I would feel like a jackass for not staying in there with it. Which is what I always do when I do laundry in a communal laundry room – it’s not just anxiety over laundry disappearing, in fact it’s way less about that and more about worrying that someone might need a washer or dryer, and my clothes are done but still in there, and then someone has to wait. Because when *I’m* in that situation, I will never remove someone’s clothes – except maybe if I’m really desperate and their clothes are fully dry and I know exactly which hamper is theirs. Only then. But like taking someone’s wet clothes from a washer and dumping them in a hamper or on the table? Fuck no. Taking someone’s dry clothes from a dryer and dumping them on a table? Nope. So basically I’m worrying for the sake of other people like me, who might be needing a dryer but not emptying one out when the clothes in it are done, and meanwhile their own clothes are sitting wet and starting to get funky smelling, and then you just have to wash them again. Boo. So usually I take a book and just hang out so that as soon as my stuff’s done, I can move it. But today it is too fucking hot and humid, and I was sweating like a pig in just the few minutes it took to load the washer, and there was no way I was chilling in there for an hour and a half to wait for everything to be *done* done (like, washed AND dried). So I’m chilling in the apartment, in the air conditioning, and watching The Cho Show, which is fucking fabulous, and thank you, VH1, for putting the episodes on your site so I can watch them, although I wish there were more than just two episodes, because I’m halfway through the second one and I want more. Oh well.
This weekend has just been fantastic, and my mood has been great, and I’ve gotten to hang out with people that rule, and I’ve had a blast. And tomorrow I think we’re playing D&D with Dara and Tiffianna, and that’s going to be awesome, too. Oh! AND! Sarah picked some stuff up for me and Greg when she was in Finland, and then passed it on to Susan, who mailed it to us, and we got it yesterday. And it’s awesome! She got Greg a trench coat and a shirt that says “Vodka: connecting people” (hee), and she got me THE CUTEST Mumin mug – I think it’s “Mumin,” anyway. It says Mumin on the bottom, although I think I’ve seen “Moomin” on sites in English. But it’s freaking adorable, and going straight to work with me on Tuesday as my new tea mug. I love it. And apparently Sarah got me some more stuff (too sweet of her!), but couldn’t find it in her suitcases, so it’ll come later. Which is awesome, especially when she soooo didn’t have to, and it’s totally thoughtful.
I’d show you pictures, but all the cameras at the library were booked and I couldn’t get one, and I’m a little burnt out on cellphone pictures at the moment. Sorry. And I’m plugging along on the striped, double-knit (which is kind of a pain in the ass, actually, but I think the end product will be squishier and warmer) scarf for Librivox.
