It was a motherfucker of a weekend. I'm beat. Dead. A twitching, glaze-eyed zombie. I'm dehydrated, tired, hungry, and in need of a shower. In lieu of actual prosaic description, I give you the Weekend Rundown: Labor Day 2008!
Friday, work was on my side. Noon to half past eight, mostly rushes, and the excitement of knowing my car would be waiting for me at home. It's working better than it has in more than a year, and getting fuel economy I can accept. Alicia came at me with Sherman Alexie. The weekend started dramatically, unfortunately. James' first party went bust. An infamous "That Guy" arrived and immediately got way too drunk, stoned, and nauseous. Brian arrived and rocked Nikki with fury. I spent the party lurking and slightly freaking out when Alicia spent the car ride home crying. It was an ominous sign.
Saturday began the turnaround. Alicia continued to break down and I drove south to grab the girl. The way the car ran had me happy and I began collating the music Sarah would be exposed to over the course of the weekend. The return drive was uneventful, as was dinner at Perkins. We saw Wall-E, which had little dialogue and the sort of weird cuteness that makes it an ideal film for girlfriends and small children. Pixar wins again. The night came to a close in Bellevue and Newport, where Sarah met Alicia, Jimmy, Julie, Chris, and Sean. Alicia and Sarah get along remarkably well and are likely plotting my death as you read.
I accidentally repaired the futon in the basement.
Sunday was key. Sarah was exposed to Moe's Southwest Grill and my former hometown of Bellevue. After a stop at the Greis House, we set off for the riverbank where James, Nikki, Alicia, Sarah, and myself met up with Meagan and Alison and saw Courtney and Sam. The fireworks, while not as long as in past years, where still as bright and thunderous as ever. The sight of the sky burning over the skyline of Cincinnati is always one of my favorites. The after party was in perfect contrast to the previous event at James'. I had more to drink than I had in months and witnessed no drama whatsoever. None. I wandered around, talking and hugging and amazed that Sarah was accepted as just another part of the crew.
I woke up Monday slightly groggy and fairly dehydrated, not knowing what the day would bring. We chilled. We talked. I let Sarah drive my Volkswagen home. I stayed longer than expected. Sarah liked me because I was dominant in public and wondered when that might come into play in the background. It doesn't, really. I manipulate subtly. I force the situation when it needs forcing, but only the masses need a firm hand. Gentle prodding can get single people into whatever situation is required.
Now, I shower and I eat. I return to my life and my job and the daily grind. I wait for the inevitable Facebook pictures and begin planning the next adventure. When I really think about it, nothing has changed. When I don't, I realize that nothing will ever be the same. It was a motherfucker of a weekend.
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