My weekend is actually Sunday and Monday and though I should really be offering to do damn near anything in the way of casual employment during this downtime-- cause I’m, you know, poor-- I usually end up simply basking in the glory of my free time. How I love a weekend.
Saturday night was a long and mostly unprofitable shift ending with a trip to the bowling alley for drinks and pool with my coworkers. Sunday morning I awoke, a little groggy, and went to the beach with Craig and Nicole. I hadn’t yet seen the beach in full swing (weekends between June and July) and good God there were a lot of people. Like a mall. With sand. And the pacific ocean is really, really cold no matter how hot it is outside. Nonetheless, I had a good time; got a little sun and played in the waves. Later that evening I met up with some friends at Friday’s. A+. I now have 2 oversized martini glasses that may or may not have been illegally acquired. Also, my Canadian friend Phil loaned me part of his West Wing collection which I have been watching like a fiend and can now understand what all the hoopla was about. Its fantastic.
Yesterday I was fairly productive. Got the new tires for the blue car and some goop for the radiator which is looking to be effective at controlling the small leak I had. That, with some primo gas treatment and a clean air filter, has hopefully upgraded my ride to summer-trip ready. The apartment is clean now as well, and laundry is done.
Today will include a trip to the grocery store and/or the gym before I head into the restaurant. I’m back on track with the hunt for an agent after getting a little distracted last time, and I’m sending big pictures of my goofy face to a couple little projects here and there. Keep the fingers crossed. Later.
