[Weekend] Spicy Sausage, Eggy Bread, Fluff’n & All Day Franklin’
So Friday was a day like most, I got into the office (way earlier then I needed to) for a scheduled conference call which was just about how I thought it would be for me.
Waste o’ time.
Fine though, it helped me to be able to leave early. Which helped me to drink early…Horse Brass style. Where both S. and I managed to throw back a few drinks, munch on some Rueben and fish and chips. (Yum!)
Where our favorite waitress (Paula) informed us that S. is madly in love with me. 
Who knew. [shrug]…. or who could blame her, heehee.
Headed back to the Flippity Flip Flop A Hop for some crazy hot Aretha action.
En route we stopped out at Hollywood video and picked up some “interesting” looking movies.
Saturday was another interesting day… woke up and after being [denied] “entry to the party” due to a sudden and bizarrely out of place concern for my hip, S. and I headed out to Utopia Cafe for some “corned beed hash” [
], eggy bread and interesting conversations.
We headed back to the Flippy and proceeded to clean it “hardcore” like we were “fluffing” for a David Gordon sequel.
During this process I learned that the house vaccum cleaner probably needs to be replaced… since it doesn’t really “pick up” dirt per se, it more relocated said dirt to other areas on the carpet that are less prone to being picked up by the human eye.
I was even able to get some laundry done… however…
[SideNote: A few weeks back I noticed a giant spider in the basement of damn near Jon Peters' proportions crawling through the towels I had just placed into the washing machine. ]
… I was reluctant to retrieve the towels in the basement that had been sitting there for a ‘minute’… fearing that there was probably a colony of super cyborg spiders waiting to attack from within. And who am I to prompt an invasion of such proportions.
However, I allowed my sack to drop and started to push through the mound o’ nasty and decided that two of the six or so odd towels that were on the ground were lost causes and threw those promptly out.
The rest I placed into the washing machine with the “incinerate” option set to full… and headed back upstairs to resume cleaning the remaining portions of the house that I was willing to touch.
S. did discover that in the hizzy, that if you actually use a toilet brush on a toilet it actually looks like a place; “You’d like to squat.”
After all this, it was time (finally) for some Aretha and some beers.
Needing some food (and more tasty beverages) we headed to the Shack for some tasty treats.
We get there and it turns out it’s happy hour… we finally leave well, well, well, after happy hour.
Two dogs, aproximately fourteen beers and fifty eight dollars later we stumble back to whence we came.
Some point on S. passes out and when I return she is “star-fish’n” like nobodies business.
So as to not wake her I lay on the floor and hope that I awaken prior to her so that I can hopefully find the window to get back on the bed before she realizes what’s going on.
She probably would have clubbed me like a baby seal had she seen me on the floor.
The next thing I know it’s Sunday and my stummy hates me in all sorts of ways I can’t even comprehend.
Seriously I showered twice and I think I washed more of the brown off of me before I got the funk of used bar booze sweat. (Which persisted for many hours following… said shower.)
Somewhere in there I took out the trash and recyling and ate something dranks tons of liquid and hit up seven eleven.
We watched the movies we had rented the day previous since there wasn’t much of us leaving the hizzy.
Disturbia, Contract and the Host (Gwoemul).
If I had to sum it up I’d say that, I spent most of the time either in “the pillows” or taking a twenty minute nap… but what I did see of most of them made me think, damn… six hours I don’t get back.
In Summation:
It was a good’ishness weekend… with too much drinking… not enough music making and movies that should have just aired on TBS so I could have known to avoid them.
- zen
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