Monday, January 31, 2005
Weekend in Review
Last night was good.
After work, Hope, Leslie, and I had made plans to go see Ray. We were supposed to meet at Starbucks at 8; when I got there, Hope regretfully informed me that Leslie had called and ditched us at the last minute. Also, Ray is out on DVD on Tuesday, so it seemed kind of a waste to go see it in the theatre. We scanned all the other movie listings, but nothing else was playing until 9.30 or 10pm, and we didn't exactly want to be in the theatre till midnight. Thus, we ended up at Katz's Deli with margaritas, chips, and fried pickles, with a heaping side dish of angst and boy-talk.
Hope, fortunate person that she is, got to hear the extended version of Teri's Love Story of Misery, Woe, and General Messed-Up-ness (tm), including the current permutation of the situation. When I try to talk about it out loud and form verbal descriptions of this relationship and its dynamics, it really hits me how incredibly twisted and strange it has become; a complicated mess that -- much like the object of my affections himself -- is never straightforward and frequently full of confusion and irrationality.
It'll make a good novel one day. Very psychological and screwed-up with a goodly amount of dark humour. Lots of angst and no sex -- but enough tension to make up for that. It'll be great.
And if you throw out all the complexities, and put in the sex and a happy ending, it'd be a good B-movie chick flick. I have the makings of a real blockbuster on my hands.
Anyway, Hope and I talked for a long while about things of this nature, and it was good to have another person who could sympathise, listen, and share her own perspective and experience. (An aside: Hope and Risti, you two need to add each other to your f-lists. You're both 20-something, jaded ex-Bible-school-attending, English majors who write worship music, play guitar and feel called to musical professions. I think you might like each other.)
So, moving on.
Today was not so good.
It started out all right. I woke up, got dressed, and cleaned house -- then Adrienne and her boyfriend Peter came over around one in the afternoon. They were in Austin for the Alton Brown book signing down at Book People -- apparently he's a chef on the Food Network and is God's gift to kitchen utensils.
We hung out at the apartment for a while, watching Johnny Depp on Inside the Actor's Studio and making fun of James Lipton. Then we headed to the book signing.
The parking lot was packed -- Alton Brown is a popular guy, it seems. Adrienne and Peter found a spot relatively easily, but I was not so fortunate. I checked out the parking garage -- all full. And on my way out, as I am carefully rounding a corner, some moron comes barrelling through from the opposite direction, rounding the same corner without even a glance to see what else is coming. I swerve over to avoid him hitting me, scraping and cracking my back passenger side door on a parking garage post in the process.
ARGH.
There really wasn't anything I could do -- the guy kept right on driving, and I couldn't exactly turn around and give chase or write down his plate numbers, being surrounded by other cars in the garage. I was pretty much screwed.
So I ended up parking across the street, checking out the damage when I got out. It wasn't pretty. There's a hole in my door.
Headed over to the bookstore after that, fuming, of course. Adrienne and Peter missed out on Alton Brown's speech because they were waiting for me, alas. And then they had to hang out till 8.30 to get their books signed (which is considerable when you consider they arrived at 2.30).
Also, it was wet and cold and dreary outside today. And when I had to leave at 4.00 to go to church, it was raining and I got rather soaked on the way to my poor damaged car. Blech.
It was good to see Adrienne, though. And Mass left me in much better spirits. I've been singing in the choir at the 5.30 Mass for the past month, and so far it's been a good experience. The music director is convinced that I'm an alto and wants me to audition to cantor -- but service music and choir and my personal issues with singing is a topic that warrants an entry of its own, and thus will wait for another day.
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