Thanks to the UAW, both Aaron and I had a four-day weekend over Easter. Unfortunately, I didn’t get paid for it so had to burn some vacation time or take a short check. The weather was great although it turned a little chilly. Saturday afternoon Aaron had a group meeting for class, so brokenbryan and I descended on Somerset for some California Pizza Kitchen, where I accidentally left my debit card. We did some window-shopping and boy-watching, and I got to leave a small puddle of drool on a 30″ flat panel monitor at the Apple store. I’m sure that will clean right up with some Windex and a soft cloth.
Saturday night the three of us headed to Pronto to meet up for birthday drinks for mrimp, along with odysseyseven, Leda, beeftenderloin, and petercoyl. My perception of that place has really changed over the years. Was it always full of provincial, vacuous, self-absorbed queens, and I just never really noticed? Bryan was wearing my biker jacket and a fauxhawk, looking hot-punk, and a couple of boys who were the human equivalent of teacup poodles accosted him, asking if he was a hitman or something, of all things. *rolls eyes* He said no, but thanked them for stereotyping him. They acted like he was some other species who’d wandered in there off the nature preserve. The shock of seeing someone in Pronto not dressed by Abercrombie, Express, or A|X must have unhinged them. There was a time when I envied the pretty poufs; now I just want to strap them to fiendish pieces of furniture in uncomfortable positions and whip some of the snarkiness out of them.
Sunday involved general laziness and some gaming, until I went over to Mom’s to visit and stay the night so I could take her to the airport the next morning. She’s off to visit my sister and her family in California. Afterwards I retrieved my debit card from CPK, after several hours of wracking my brain to remember where I’d have left it. Most of the rest of Monday was spent cleaning, and the condo is now mostly presentable.
Tuesday morning I woke up with a hot, scratchy throat, signaling an impending cold. I called off, but really could have made it in and probably not infected everyone. I ended up working from home after noon, so only had to burn half a vacation day. I’ve been popping Airborne every three hours until it ran out, and it seems to be working: it hasn’t blossomed into a full-blown plague like Aaron has.
In joyful news, Patrick Fitzgerald is about to file charges against Turd Blossom. Hmm, could this have anything to do with why Karl is changing his duties at the White House? Methinks this is no coincidence.
For the geeky gamers among you, I finally got Wire to level 44 in City of Heroes and took the Mind Over Body power for some damage resistance to smashing, lethal, and psionic. While running it, I’m surrounded by an aura of animated purple bubbles. How very gay. My guildmates now estimate I should hit level 50 sometime in 2008. Bitches.