This weekend..Friday:
•Cubs game
•Taco Bell
Saturday:
•Resanded the coffee table
•Jaime K. called me
•Emailed Paul
•Went to Neo
•Ran into Mischa, Anne Marie, and Bill
Sunday:
•Got boots
•Five CD’s: Assemblage 23, Juno Reactor, SoM: Floodland, Cruxshadows, Delerium
•Ann Sathers
•Watched Sabrina (the movie, not the witch)
Zoinks! What a hectic day! I am taking a half day today to go to a Cub’s game. Wahoo! Yip pid dee doo. So this morning absolutely FLEW by, so many loose ends: two meetings, open key hours, and following up on like 10 other things. Not enough Laura to go around.
Last night I played pool with Erika, Tim, Eric and Kate, and Todd (who just got a new job, congrats). It was nice and mellow. I took the bus home and read all the way. I decided to day to buy the third book of the series because I am almost done with the second… it kind of sucks because it’s in hardcover and I normally don’t do hardcover. But I don’t have anything else to read, and well….it is done, and out there. I kind of want to read it. I also finished my letter to Gale (penpal in Canada) and wrote a quick letter to my Dad. Sent out today. All this mail I send out seems to go just go in pits, because I never know if anyone receives it, and I never get mail back.
Okay. That’s not fair…Never …. Always. ;P
Last night I did laundry, watched TV and read. I did turn on my computer expecting to do some kind of productive thing, but didn’t. Going to a CUB’s game tomorrow and taking a half day.
After work on Monday, Tim and I took the purple line express to Chicago. We got off, and grabbed a bus south until we came to the art gallery we were invited to. The event? The Guinness Believer promotional event. Men were invited, and women (their guests) had to fill out a questionnaire. After being ushered into a room with a television screen showing commercials of the goodness of Guinness, we helped ourselves, and wondered how we were invited. There were several theories spread throughout the night, but the most plausible is that Jewel sold our names to a list. Not that we minded too much, it was free beer and food after all.
After about an hour we were led upstairs to a dining room with tables laid out with food and dish ware, and in the middle of each table a mini tub of beer. We sat down at a table near the front, and people soon filled it up around us. There were five other guys and one other girl that seemed vaguely familiar. I didn’t dwell on it too much, someone the name Ali stuck in my head. After another half hour, and some more beer than I should have been drinking, I look again at the girl with red hair, pulled back into a pony tail, and familiar brown eyes. Suddenly, I ask her “Did you go to Menomonie?” and she starts shrieking.
She went to Menomonie for one semester, my senior year of high school. The last part of high school actually. This was the girl who I convinced to skip class, go back to my home and pick up Zima to bring to work, and stop by Burger King to by a Kid’s meal for our Spanish teacher. The same girl that I was convinced that the Violent Femmes sang “Shake hands, I know your the one.”
Here she was sitting next to me. Of all the people Guinness could have picked in Chicago, and the chances of us sitting next to each other, and remembering. She remembered my voice. I remembered her eyes, but also I recalled what we did together. She couldn’t bring that up. That’s okay, because I have an excellent memory for those kinds of thing. How crazy is that? How random.
We home tipsy, and stopped for an extra lighter beer at the Lighthouse on the way home and kept Don company. We learned that they drafted men into the war outside of wartime needs. Apparently the stopped after Vietnam, but does anyone have details? When did the random draft stop? After visiting, we went home and to sleep.
The next morning was hell. It’s not like I *knew* that drinking more than 1 Guinness would make us sick as hell. We has such terrible hangovers that I knew there was no way I could go to work. Amidst strange dreams, I woke long enough to call myself in, and Tim followed suit soon after. We spend a wonderful day in the apartment on the nippiest day this fall. Reading, watching movie and TV, talking, sleeping and eating leftovers. It was more than just a recovery day for my physical self. 
Oh, and Buffy the Guidance Counselor? I am just kind of saddened to see them go all the way back to the beginning. I hope Angel won’t be as disappointing, but that isn’t for two more weeks.
Okay. I took a little test this morning. The Belief-0-Matic and my results were as I thought: 100% Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestant. Huh. How about that.
Yesterday I made rhubarb pie. Then promptly dropped it on the floor while I was taking it out of the oven while talking on the phone with Mark (Tim’s brother). It was too heavy, and a little overstuffed with high flutes…luckily, when it hit the floor the flutes fell off and a little rhubarb slipped out, by the pie survived. Yah! I have never dropped a pie in my life. Never. A hour and half later, I realized that it felt like Christmas or Thanksgiving. We had meat loaf and squash for dinner, followed by fresh rhubarb pie and vanilla ice cream. Full and satisfied I wrote a few cards and worked on a letter.
Ahh. Finished my book. Have to go buy the second one today during lunch. I am a little excited because it has reached my favorite parts of fantasy books (the few that have them). Which is descriptions and explorations of an ancient world that doesn’t not have magic, but rather a more incomprehensible form of magic called technology. Much more powerful. The images of the buildings and the musings of what the people must have been like. BUT, the book following that is still in hardcover…so are there any recommendations on what I could be reading next?
Firefly was okay. A space western. I don’t know if it’s something I will follow. I will give it another chance for sure…but beyond that. Spirited Away was good. I really enjoyed it.
I woke up last night at 2.00 with a terrible headache and aching jaw. This morning Tim told me I was grinding my teeth last night. I knew I was, when I woke up…but there is nothing I can do to stop it. I wonder if that is one of the reasons for my constant headaches lately. I guess it a good thing I am going to the dentist next month, I can get one of those teeth bracers or something. Why do I do it though?
Sometimes I wish I could just go to my own journal and see what is going on with my life. Be amazed at how well balanced everything is, or be a little envious that it looks like I have so much fun. Or just have something juicy and interesting to read. Instead…. there is nothing. BUT links to other people’s lives who lead exciting and dangerous lives.
Tonight we are going to watch Firefly in the comfort of our own home, and then head out to meet a bunch of people to see Spirited Away at the Evanston Theatre. It’s a night of 21st century, cinematic pleasure.
I don’t feel very good today. I want everything to happen s l o w.
Last night we played pool at a different place, called Nick’s Uptown. Those in attendance this time: Callie, Kristi, Eric and Kate, Erika and myself. It was fun.
Um…the perfect memorial…and yet seems like a page out of a fantasy book…. LifeGem
Aho!
What is today? Wednesday? Yeah. It is. That is pretty much sums up me. Not enough time to do much, too much stuff to do in the time alloted. Watched Buffy last night (we bought the first season DVD collection). Went to bed early. Feeling a little. …dare I say it? Sick. Eh.
Gotta make an appointment with the dentist.
