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By dev trash (Sun Mar 16, 2008 at 05:24:59 PM EST) (all tags)
This weekend.


I've been feeling, pretty blah lately.  Which as many of you know is how I always seem to feel.  I made a list early last week though that I figured would help me feel somewhat better.  A TODO list, I guess.  Usually on the weekends I sleep.  A lot.  I am not sure why.  Sometimes I am tired and it can be 10:30 in the AM before I know it.  This I can fix, I thought by setting the alarm.  Well I tend to shut it off around 4 AM or so.  I am sorta aware I'm doing it but I sorta don't care.  I've never done this during the week or when I really really needed to be up.  I also I have found really love to dream.  During the week I'll awake from a dream and be like "Oh well, time to go to work".  During the weekend though I'll wake up, roll over and try to fall back asleep to dream again.  Lately, I've been doing this no matter how late in the morning it's been.

I've come to terms with the sleeping, I'm just not going to get myself up at 6AM on a Saturday to read, or go shopping.  But I've decided that I should get up before noon.  Before 11 would be better. Saturday was not so bad.  I made the noon goal.  Which is good, but the reason I wanted to be up was so I could do the things on my TODO list, so I could feel like I accomplished something.  I was able to scratch three items off my TODO list Laundry, trip to Walmart, Food Shopping.  Laundry is something I do every week but usually at 8PM, not in the afternoon.  And I wanted to do all three on the same trip.

With all of that done I came home and logged on to Yahoo IM and to the small telnet based chat I sometimes visit.  THAT GAL had said earlier in the week that she'd be up to going to the winery this weekend, if she got back from her's sister's on Saturday night early enough.  I was online until around 10ish.  I hear nothing from her.  I went to bed, one of the issues of sleeping in is going to bed after midnight.  I wake up around 10, and then get out of bed at 10:40.  I log on to Yahoo IM and the telnet chat.  A message pops up in Yahoo from THAT GAL that was timestamped at 11PM.  In it she said that she was back and that the winery trip was a go, if I was still interested.  Arse.  The weekend I decide to go to bed at a decent hour and I miss a message.

I eat an English Muffin and some fruit for breakfast.  I start another item in my TODO list, refiling my Taxes because I fucked them up 3 weeks ago.  At this point I am sure I've missed meeting up with THAT GAL, and since next week is Easter, it'd be another 2-3 weeks before we could meet again.  I'm in a zone.  My laptop is in the bedroom, I do my taxes on the kitchen table so I am not distracted and can get them done.  I fill in the lines, get to the bottom and where it should say I owe 24 bucks, it says 48.  I know this is not right, so I go over the steps again.  Arses, I didn't add a column, and I did it all in ink in the form.  So back to the laptop to print out the 1040X again.  In my telnet chat window I have this:


THAT GAL tells you "I plan on going to the winery and to Best Buy"
dev trash autoreplies with "Doing my taxes, expect delays."
"THAT GAL tells you "Well, I am going to taste new wine today, if you want to meet there that is fine, or if you want to do your taxes or whatever that is fine with me."
"THAT GAL tells you "Okay, I'm going to gather up the books I promised ya, and if you're there, you're there."
THAT GAL logs out.

She had only left like 2 minutes before I got back to the screen.  I say a few curse words.  I go back to my taxes.  I fill out the form again, doing it correctly this time.  I curse again.  I re-read the screen.  My mind starts to work.  Wait.  She's gathering books up.  That could take 15 minutes, it's only been 20 minutes since she logged off.  She's 40 minutes or som from the winery, I'm 23 minutes.  I sniff.  Oh crap I've not showered.  I jump in the shower.  Wash up.  Comb the hair, it needs a trim.  Brush the teeth.  Get dressed.  Head out.  I figure, if she's gone I'll still get wine anyway.

I don't get nervous until about a mile before the first turn off.  I tell myself she's gone anyway, or skipped the winery altogether, why be nervous?  It works.  I pull into the winery parking lot and I see two mini-vans. She drives a sedan.  Okay she's not here.  I wait a few minutes and decide that going in would be good at this point.  At this point a red sedan pulls in and parks on the other side of the lot.  I can't remember what color car she has.  A female gets out and I confirm it's her.  She doesn't see my car, and she goes in.  I follow close behind, and she's at the bar.  I hear the bartender ask if she was here with someone.  I don't hear her response.

She tastes some wines. I taste some.  I can't talk to anyone but the bartender. This is not good.  I look at her and smile.  She says something but she's on the left side, the bad hearing side, and man is the winery loud with people.  We chat a little more.  I ask her what she's buying at BestBuy, taking ana's advice on the tongue and all that.  She shows me a keychain photo album thing.  Oooo she likes hardware.  Good.  We tase about 6 or 7 wines.

She asks if I'm buying any.  I say that yes I am.  I get a glass of their port to taste.  She smiles and goes to the front of the winery, as she does she says "I'm gonna get some too, I'll get us a table, so we can talk."

The bartender asks how the port was.  "Great!  I'm gonna go buy some wine now!"  She smiles.  I go to the front and THAT GAL is getting 4 bottles, one already chilled.  The cashier, also the owner, asks her if she wants two glasses.  She looks at me.  I smile and say: "I really can't."  She frowns a bit, and looks disappointed.  "I really would, but I haven't had any lunch." She smiles and says that I should have eaten.  She pays for her wine and I pay for mine, plus fudge and cheese.  She's at a table.  We chat, for like 75 minutes.

Eventually she has to go, we walk out to the lot, it's very windy.  She gets me the books she's been holding for me for awhile. I can borrow them she says, she wants them back she says.  I smile.  I thank her.  We go to our cars.  I don't remember the drive home. :)

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reccommendation by joh3n (2.00 / 0) #1 Mon Mar 17, 2008 at 02:17:31 AM EST
get up at the same time every day, and go to bed at the same time.  You'll be less tired for it, no matter what those times are.

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yeah by dev trash (2.00 / 0) #3 Mon Mar 17, 2008 at 04:19:08 PM EST
I've been tryin to do that since I've been 15.
Working in 411 for 18 months was really bad, rotating shifts suck.

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``We tase about 6 or 7 wines'' by lm (2.00 / 0) #2 Mon Mar 17, 2008 at 04:06:31 AM EST
If that isn't alcohol abuse, I don't know what is.

There is no more degenerate kind of state than that in which the richest are supposed to be the best.
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