Cheap date

Not only can I not recall my experiences in my previous lives, sometimes I can't even remember what I did yesterday.
~ Dalai Lama

Weird weekend, kind of. One of those that I look forward to because, of course, you do, and then I did nothing at all. What's not to like about a three day weekend? Except that it rained all weekend. I didn't have any outdoor plans, unlike a lot of people, so that wasn't a problem, but running errands in the rain is a pain, and rainy, gloomy weather always tends to make me depressed, even though we needed the rain desperately, and I promised not to complain about it . . .

I had a stressful day at work on Friday, and when I called Bob to tell him I was on the way home, he suggested we go out to dinner, mostly because I sounded like I needed a drink. It was a great idea, and we ended up going to Chili's. I've never been a heavy drinker, but since I've been on the low-carb diet, I haven't had any alcohol at all.

I ordered a Margarita, and by the time the food arrived, you would have thought I'd had five of them. I don't know whether it was exceptionally strong, or whether I'm just so unused to drinking, but I was very tipsy. We went to Target after dinner and I kept pausing at the end caps, marveling at things like sets of Tupperware and flags.

We went to Target to get a new electric skillet. Next weekend Bob's going down to his friend's condo at the lake, and his friend always asks Bob to bring the electric skillet, because his is worn out. Bob told me this at dinner and I said, "Let's just give him the skillet--you can leave it down there next weekend--and I'll buy a new one!" So that's what we did.

Then we went home and I passed out, and slept for twelve hours.

Saturday I spent running errands in the rain until I got completely sick of getting in and out of the car and getting wet, and then on Saturday night we went out to dinner with some friends, which was fun, but weird because the place we went was very busy (Saturday night, after all) and didn't have a table big enough for all of us, so we ended up sitting in two separate booths which were back to back. After dinner we went to the bar, where the men sat at the bar and watched a basketball game or something, and the women sat at a corner table and talked. Which was fine.

And then Sunday . . . nothing. Read, did some laundry, that's about it. Oh, and took a walk in the rain. Bob went out to meet his dad for breakfast, and he called and said he'd noticed the creek was high when he drove by, and since I didn't have anything better to do, I walked down to look. Sort of on the order of watching corn grow, or watching paint dry, or something, I guess . . . But for most of the year it's been completely dry, so seeing water rushing through it like a small river was different, anyway.

Today I spent most of the day dealing with my cable modem, which works sporadically when it works at all. I don't know if it's the modem, or the cable itself, or what, and if it's just me or part of some larger issue.

I had to call the cable company twice--the first time I was on hold for 45 minutes, then got transferred and CUT OFF--and both times got people who obviously had no clue at all. Probably a function of it being a holiday--low man on the totem pole, etc.

It's working at the moment--fingers crossed--but it's been off and on all day, mostly off. They can't get anyone out here to look at it until next SATURDAY. I asked if I could get credit for service, and he did say he'd credit me for this week, so that's something. Doesn't make up for the two previous months of bad service, but I didn't push it.

Since it was a holiday, I told Bob I thought I'd run out and get Chinese food--not at the real Chinese restaurant, but at the grocery store, it's both good and cheap--but they weren't there. The little kiosk thing was closed for the holiday. I came home disappointed, but Bob suggested we go to Chipotlé, where I got a vegetarian burrito bol, no rice. Not a bad weekend after all.