Weekend in Review

Friday night I had a get-together with the group of classmates and professors I’ve kept in touch with from college. We were a smaller group than normal because one of us was on vacation in Turkey (I know, weird, Turkey’s not on my top ten list of places to visit either, but whatever…) and another was sick. But we made do and I was the only female attendee. Woo. This meant a lot of football and baseball talk that went over my head, but that’s ok. It’s like talking to Adam is sometimes. We went to Pullman’s (yes, again, not my idea, just bad planning) and I got there at 6:30, the designated time, and found no one else there. They all arrived at one time at around 6:45. I had put my name on the list for an inside table since it was supposed to thunderstorm but they all wanted to brave the outdoors rather than wait half an hour. So we got seated, put in drink orders (Stella!) and braved the windy conditions. When we began to see lightning in the distance and the wind really picked up we asked to be put on the list inside (which had now become an hour wait) and be moved to a table on the leeward side of the restaurant. We got a table under the eaves of the building and it was much less windy. We ordered our food (from the second waiter of our evening) and as we waited it began to sprinkle. The wait staff was taking umbrellas down and removing anything not cemented down so we thought perhaps we should ask to be moved in sooner rather than later. They were able to get us a tiny table up by the bar. Luckily we were a small group or else we would have been out of luck. Our food came shortly after we sat down and we did our best to eat without stabbing each other with our silverware or dropping our food in our laps. We had great seats to the many big tvs in the bar with the Brewers game on. We met our third and final waiter of the evening and after some confusion were able to get additional drinks and other requests taken care of. We were in the way of pretty much everyone who wanted to come into to or leave the bar area including wait staff and patrons. Oh well. We ate, watched the game until the top of the 9th, and then some of us took our leave. It was still pouring outside and I ran to my car, getting completely soaked. I knew I should have been selfish and lazy and taken the open spot right in front of the door when I had arrived. I got home around 9:30, dried off, and called it a night.

Saturday morning Adam’s dad came over so they could finish the cement work out underneath the deck. I stayed out of their way by watching Volver in the bedroom. I hadn’t realized it was in Spanish so when we had started watching it about a week ago Adam sat through about five minutes of it and couldn’t deal with the subtitles. It was an ok movie, kind of weird, but I suppose that’s what Almodóvar is all about. At least I didn’t have to deal with Penelope Cruz attempting to speak English. Her accent is so obnoxious. Anyway, after I finished with that I showered and got ready for the day. When the cement was done we did some shopping. We’re getting to be regular fixtures at the home improvement stores: Home Depot, Menards, Lowe’s. We stopped at my remaining two banks to take care of my name change stuff (which took forever!) We also dropped some change at Petsmart, stocking up on kitty supplies. Our last stop was Walmart for a variety of household and personal items including an Oust air freshener for the cat room. They are stinky fellows. We debated a few ideas for our evening but ended up sitting at home. Adam watched the Badger game while I started in on my first season of "Dawson’s Creek" DVDs, Adam’s wedding present to me (the complete series on DVD – excellent since TBS quit showing re-runs for me to DVR.)

Sunday we slept in a little (until almost 8:15!) and after reading the paper and eating breakfast Adam went off to exchange one kind of cement for another so he could finish up blocking the window in the basement. I planned to get gas (my light was flashing at me so I figured it would be a good idea) and then go to Kohl’s to search out the perfect pair of socks. I guess someone had other plans because as I got back into my car after filling the tank I was stung two or three times by a hornet that had flown up my pants. I, of course, didn’t know that at the time. I just got sharp pains on my upper leg as I sat down. I got back out of the car and tried to get it out of my pants but I wasn’t having any luck. So I got back into the car, high-tailed it back home (thankfully the gas station is pretty much right across the street from the house), parked (crappier than usual) and ran inside to de-pants. I still didn’t see my attacker but at that point I didn’t really care. I got out the baking soda, rubbed some onto the two most obvious points of entry, and laid down. After ten minutes or so I got back up and moved my car into the garage so when Adam got home he’d be able to park. When he returned he called me into the dining room to show me what had gotten me. Apparently it had been hiding in my shoe. Nice. Anyway, that pretty much shot all my plans for shopping. I contented myself by making lunch (crispy chicken wings and spinach-artichoke dip), watching some football, continuing in my "Dawson’s Creek" watching, and trying not to sit on my right butt cheek. It’s ok now and it’s good that I’m not allergic to bee-stings at all. It still sucked though. It seems I was having a bad day or something. In addition to the bee-sting I managed to drop almost an entire carton of eggs on the floor while making breakfast and I got attacked by baking sheets while making lunch. Ok, so perhaps that evidence indicates that I should quit cooking... in any case, a frustrating day to end the weekend. Oh well. Can only get better, right?