Hey HEY hey!
Weekends for me typically involve hibernation. After a week of work, life, etc. I usually sleep in on a Saturday (we’re talking into the PM) to try to balance the lack of sleep that results from the crapnea and store some energy for the impending week of insanity at Fourth Street and beyond.
This weekend not so much. In a good way.
Our annual triathlon fundraiser was this weekend. And while it’s not my primary responsibility, it’s still a way of raising money which is central to my job. So I went for the showing of fit people in very little clothing <sploosh>, the opportunity to tell the store checker to “not make it weird” when purchasing 16 gallons of chocolate milk, and to be able to run errands in a handi-capable car with the awesome parking allowance at most local retailers.
So that is how I started my early morning on Saturday. I then jumped into the car to run more house errands with G, culminating in some incredible sheet-hunting at a variety of discounted retailers and other fun places to people watch. I didn’t buy a giant crystal dolphin, and G failed to find the holy grail of fitted topsheets, but the day was not a total waste. Driving down 11th East we encountered a group of local revelers who were partying front-yard-style with a simply cardboard sign held by one of the less inebriated stating, “You honk, we DRINK!”
Long story short, I totes honked, and they cheered and did a keg stand. It warmed my heart. I closed out the day with some more fun times with Meggi and her crew for her graduation party. It was fun to see some old familiar faces, but also strange to see so many new ones, reinforcing the fact that my history in the psychology department continues to fade. Her parents made some insanely good Filipino food that I was actually able to eat (damn you Atkins) and after a few hours in the garden, I trekked home to promptly fall asleep on the couch.
Tack onto Sunday a grocery store hit-and-run and 5 heaping loads of laundry, and you get one tired queen. I also realized that my moving schedule is jacked because while I close on Friday, the money doesn’t hit the bank until Monday. So I just lost a weekend of moving between now and when I’m supposed to be out of the apartment.
So life is still trucking along. I plan on blogging more extensively tomorrow about the first NBA player in history to come out of the closet while still a professional athlete. Kudos to you Jason Collins to be the first basketball player with the balls to be out and proud. Hopefully this will break down another barrier for LGBT people in sports. Not that I particularly care about sports.