The Saturday that wasn’t there:
What a weird friggin’ weekend this was. After Suzan’s birthday on Friday, I climbed in bed around 1 and then promptly woke up at ten minutes past 12 the next morning. I must have needed the sleep but I haven’t done that since college.
Suzan and I made breakfast then watched the Everest:IMAX movie on DVD, which was narrated in that bombastic, science museum way by Liam Neeson but was otherwise pretty neat. Everest become a full blown industry now, which I’d like to learn more about someday. But we were late.
We arrived at The Haugheys for their going away barbeque, just about 3 hours late. I had a lamb kabob thanks to the culinary stylings of my friends Scott and Megan. Soon we were all deeply immersed in conversation and playing a heavenly MAME machine Matt installed in the corner of his living room. He’s basically rigged up a cheapie computer, a old arcade-style joystick and two days worth of downloaded games, every arcade game you could possibly think off.
We played them all, then talked, then laughed, then played some more. By the time Suzan said she was ready to go, it was past midnight.
We hadn’t had dinner yet and somehow (I have no idea why) ended up at an IHOP in Daly City. We ate then lamented that we were both zonked and would probably missed our friend Jane’s housewarming party. I hope she forgives us. It was late, we were tired, but I still felt impolite.
Sunday I rolled out of bed around nine, thought about taking a run or folding laundry or staring at the dust under our new couch. Then I realized I had to work. On Sunday. Probably all day. A publisher had expressed an interest in signing my book but requested a few changes to the proposal. My agent suggested I “take a stab at it” over the weekend. He’s a man of few words and generous understatement because, upon examination, I realized the proposal would have to be completely overhauled, like a house being razed to the ground and rebuilt, brick by careful brick.
That took me until almost 7 when, still in my pajamas, Susan suggested we get some Indian food. We got home at nine and after about 3.14 minutes folding laundry, I began to curl up with the warm socks and drift off.
By 10, I was in bed, having spent my weekend in two long strips, one working my ass off and the other doing the furthest thing from by yucking it up with friends and playing endless games of Mystic Marathon.
I was ready for Monday when it came.