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What a weekend.
Sep. 8th, 2008 11:07 amFor once--and probably for the first time since, oh gee I dunno APRIL?!?!?--Brenda and I agreed to do absolutely nothing this weekend.
Well, not entirely nothing. I still had work Saturday. Brenda and I both worked on Sunday. Of course, I still ran my daily 5Ks, which constitutes more exercise than some folks see in half a week. But otherwise? Not counting all of that? Nothing. Honestly.
It was a fairly good weekend to veg out, too. No more 80° weather, no Babies, nothing pressing to do and mostly good sports.
Friday I didn't feel like cooking (even tho I had the day off and shoulda), so I took Brenda to Cracker Barrel instead. After that, she decided maybe we should watch Dark Knight again--so we did that. Knowing what's gonna happen in advance doesn't make it any less of an arse-kicking ride, I guess. I'm just glad I 'Batman-growled' at the kids at the end of the aisle to shut up or ELSE as the movie began. My emerging role as Black Guy that tells all the non-Black folks to Shut the (Bleep) Up In the Theater is almost as ironic as it is funny.
Saturday we laid out on the living room floor--I know, I know, there's a telly in the armoire in the bedroom, so what? Yeah, that seven, eight hundred dollar armoire Brenda just bought to match all the other furniture she just got two months ago. Know what else? There's also a telly in the office where we can sit in new leather chairs at those desks we just bought where we can sit UPRIGHT to surf the Web. And? There's a dining room table I bought barely a year ago AND a set of two-month old stools we just bought at the kitchen counter where we can sit, eat and watch telly if we wanna but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Know what we do instead? Brenda takes her lappy off the new desk, I walk away from my much faster desktop, we both sit on the floor--not the couch, not the loveseat, the FLOOR--in the living room and eat dinner sitting crosslegged in front of the coffee table where the food is crowded for space amongst our lappies. Yes! This is what we choose to do while at least TEN rather new chairs, five medium-ish desks, a huge dining table and kitchen counter space sit unoccupied.
Can somebody, ANYBODY tell us why we bothered buying alla that crap?
I think at least once a week one of us comments on how silly this is. Then the other snorts that it's OUR place and we do as we damn well please in it.
Now, before I so rudely interrupted myself?
Oh, yeah. We laid on the living room floor--after pushing the coffee table AKA only piece of furniture that actually matters EVAR to the left and unwrapped my gift from Brenda, a copy of Boondocks Season II together. I was disappointed. Brenda thought it was much the same as last season. I guess I want more Huey and a lot less Grandpa and Riley. The 'banned' episode on Disc II was by far among the best I've seen, but we've yet to do Disc III.
Sunday featured more work, more takeout and more trashy telly. It's a good thing I'm in a relationship with a woman who loves low-brow crappy TV. That way I don't have to explain my choices with a five-minute apology..and that's nice. I'm wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too old and male and African-American to give two shakes about The Hills but other than that, we can pretty much pick crappy reality shows for each other and know what will make the other laugh. Or groan, but sit through it anyway.
I'm so gonna miss her next weekend.
Well, not entirely nothing. I still had work Saturday. Brenda and I both worked on Sunday. Of course, I still ran my daily 5Ks, which constitutes more exercise than some folks see in half a week. But otherwise? Not counting all of that? Nothing. Honestly.
It was a fairly good weekend to veg out, too. No more 80° weather, no Babies, nothing pressing to do and mostly good sports.
Friday I didn't feel like cooking (even tho I had the day off and shoulda), so I took Brenda to Cracker Barrel instead. After that, she decided maybe we should watch Dark Knight again--so we did that. Knowing what's gonna happen in advance doesn't make it any less of an arse-kicking ride, I guess. I'm just glad I 'Batman-growled' at the kids at the end of the aisle to shut up or ELSE as the movie began. My emerging role as Black Guy that tells all the non-Black folks to Shut the (Bleep) Up In the Theater is almost as ironic as it is funny.
Saturday we laid out on the living room floor--I know, I know, there's a telly in the armoire in the bedroom, so what? Yeah, that seven, eight hundred dollar armoire Brenda just bought to match all the other furniture she just got two months ago. Know what else? There's also a telly in the office where we can sit in new leather chairs at those desks we just bought where we can sit UPRIGHT to surf the Web. And? There's a dining room table I bought barely a year ago AND a set of two-month old stools we just bought at the kitchen counter where we can sit, eat and watch telly if we wanna but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Know what we do instead? Brenda takes her lappy off the new desk, I walk away from my much faster desktop, we both sit on the floor--not the couch, not the loveseat, the FLOOR--in the living room and eat dinner sitting crosslegged in front of the coffee table where the food is crowded for space amongst our lappies. Yes! This is what we choose to do while at least TEN rather new chairs, five medium-ish desks, a huge dining table and kitchen counter space sit unoccupied.
Can somebody, ANYBODY tell us why we bothered buying alla that crap?
I think at least once a week one of us comments on how silly this is. Then the other snorts that it's OUR place and we do as we damn well please in it.
Now, before I so rudely interrupted myself?
Oh, yeah. We laid on the living room floor--after pushing the coffee table AKA only piece of furniture that actually matters EVAR to the left and unwrapped my gift from Brenda, a copy of Boondocks Season II together. I was disappointed. Brenda thought it was much the same as last season. I guess I want more Huey and a lot less Grandpa and Riley. The 'banned' episode on Disc II was by far among the best I've seen, but we've yet to do Disc III.
Sunday featured more work, more takeout and more trashy telly. It's a good thing I'm in a relationship with a woman who loves low-brow crappy TV. That way I don't have to explain my choices with a five-minute apology..and that's nice. I'm wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too old and male and African-American to give two shakes about The Hills but other than that, we can pretty much pick crappy reality shows for each other and know what will make the other laugh. Or groan, but sit through it anyway.
I'm so gonna miss her next weekend.
