Epilogue for a Sunday…
May 30th, 2005
So, yesterday started out decent, I suppose. I wasted a few hours putzing around with Metroid Prime 2, then went into the kitchen to make Goop Soup (lovingly referred to as such because of it’s consistency, AdvInCooking to come), and idly contemplated going to help out Quack with her stealth move. feeling unusually social (or perhaps realizing that lonely isn’t something that fixes itself), I decided to show, and 1.5 hours later we not only had her stuff moved, put arranged in tasteful entertain-people fashion throughout her house. Which, incidentally, is really nice, has a gorgeous patio, and while the kitchen’s a bit small, the fridge is awesome!
Anyway, given Patio, Room for Entertainment, Lasagna (made by Quack, which was mucho tasty), and alcohol, Fred, Jim, and I decided that it would be a wonderful thing to usurp her house for a Memorial Day BBQ :). 45 minutes, a trip to geagle, the beer distributors, and Chad’s place later, we were cookin’, happy, and having a grand old time in the wonderful weather. I cannot remember eating so much in a long, long, long time. The Rum Cake? Killer. Lasanga? Oh yeah. And of course, chad is magic on the grill. So between the amazing food, the good and socially inebriated company, and the continuous return to the conversation topic of why Stu was walking funny, I was kinda sad to wander off to Salsa with a full belly and no idea how the hell I’d manage to keep any semblance of agility on the dance floor.
Luckily, Food Coma came to the rescue. Realizing that I had about 30 minutes to kill before I had to get ready, I hang out in my new den and putz away at Metroid a little more.
Two hours later, I wake up. And know what? It was worth it. Because I still went to salsa, had a magic time with Jessica and the french Economics PhD student whose name I can’t pronounce, much less spell, was intercepted by an amazing woman named Nefertiti (I shit you not, that name is awesome), and lo and behold she actually taught me something about how to lead (or rather, how not to- interesting story, actually: I noticed she was reacting oddly to some of the things I was trying to do, so I said: I cannot tell whether or not you’re really good or you’re a natural. Turns out she was the former). Dude. I totally approve. Given that it was memorial day, the place was unfortunately packed, so rather than hanging out until 3AM like I planned I decided to leave early, though I dropped my brand spanking new business cards (I know, pretentious, but they’re my first, so I’m entitled to some preening) in an effort to rustle up some downtime practice and hang-out time with the cool people I’m getting to know there, and head home to curl up with that warm fuzzy feeling you only get from a day well spent.
And then my internal clock woke me at 7AM. sigh….
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