Donna Summer?
Simma Donna!

SUCH an interesting and somewhat (surprisingly) relaxing weekend, pampers. Now, I could tell ya all that gory details, but I think the overwhelming laziness of a portion of it will drive the masses into a media frenzy of speculation and rumor. So, in order to provide you with a thoughtful, if not confusing bloog today, I may have to code some of this for safety purposes. Don’t worry. It shouldn’t be too cryptic. And once you figure it out, everything will be shampoo and conditioner in one. That’s right, shampoo and conditioner…in one.

Friday night was all right for fighting. Well, no, it actually was kinda boring. I was reprimanded for not wearing a cage, and class was made up of (pretty much) 1.5 hours of drills. Now, I like learning fighting technique as well as the next person, but seriously there was no continuous sparring to break up class. That, coupled w/the fact that I must have lost my elbow pads at the Junction (meaning I had to dig through lost and found, only to find a pair of "kids sized" elbow pads to wear. Can we say "No blood flow?") COUPLED with the fact that I was pointed out as the one you "shouldn’t hit in the face", CAH-PULLED with the fact that in a couple of clashes some over-exuberant brown belt dug into the meat of my anterior tibalis, completely numbing the side of my shin. Class was definitely not sine, co-sine, and tangent. Not- Trig. And, I barely sweat.

So, I went home and ran a couple miles.

I was able to finish up some detail painting and meet up with W cubed and dorajar over at JP’s. Cold as hell, would describe the weather methinks. (The mere fact that I know it’s 61 degree’s in SF right now turns me meteorologically green.) FeeJ and Huge showed up with her oot friend (FeeJ, really, I feel like a big time, BIG TIME schmo for tossing the Huge. Not, Cool, P. And definitely NOT Cool Ranch Dorito’s of me to do.) I ended up kibbitzing a bit later than I expected, and since I had an early day on Sats, I tore a$$ home to get the semblance of a good nights sleep.

Saturday was fun.

Sunday was top-shelf liquor: The new roomie and I had a big time heart to heart early in the am. RsVP came over and re-wired a couple of outlets/entry light. (Yay projects.) DeeT’s hooked me up with a faux-butcher block table that’ll land nicely in the nook. (A great addition for, ohhh, serving food @ a party. Not sayin’, just sayin.) And I got some more pictures/decorations hung up. (Something I’ve been putting off, but since they aren’t on the ground any more, the rooms are looking a little less cluttered.) I’m really hoping for a Depot run this week to get some last minnit touch uppy kinda things and I should be smooth sailing for the next couple of months.

Funny thing. I got a boo-too headache and had to nap. Like, knock me on my a$$ headache. (I never get'em, less'n it's after a particularly "wine-y" evening, y'know? ) I’m thinking that the previous day of leisure lulled me into a false sense of security, so that vigorously attacking projects the next day caught up with me in full force.

A call later from Ry-Gonn beckoned me to points Southward to watch the big-game. (As well as the promise of steamed chicken w/mixed veggies from Fresh Wok, and bless Ry’s heart- a slice of vegetarian pizza from Luce’. Needless to say I was uncomfortably stuffed during the 3rd and 4th quarter) The commercials were okay this year. A couple of belly laughers (The: "Don’t judge too quickly" from Ameriquest were my fave’s) Although the highlight soundbite of the evening was:


"So, P…I hear you have a new SO…I’m surprised you haven’t told us?"

(Insert needle scratching noise…then crickets…then stares from the peanut gallery.)

My headache returned. So, I went home, and then went to bed.

Biscuits and Gravy.