The new weekly tradition continues:
Friday:
Nothing out of the ordinary during daylight hours. I worked my ass off on a project from the comfort of my room and watched as something I thought would only take a few hours get further and further behind schedule (sometimes that’s the way page mockups go in Photoshop). Along with that, revisions to work I had done earlier came down the pipe, and there was no way in hell short of me growing another set of arms and eyes and grabbing another computer I’d finish by days end. Ugh!
So I signed away my Saturday afternoon, like any responsible person with a concrete Monday morning deadline would do. Being responsible can hurt at times, but when all is said and done, you realize it’s that good kind of hurting.
Still, at the moment I was not too happy with the developments, so Sue and I headed out to The Boathouse in Belmar for some R&R in the form of a few games of pool.
While we were there we ran into both the future father of the savior of the world, a carpenter named Joseph (who revealed he married a woman named Mary — names just a little familiar from my CCD days), and my cousin Patrick (the second time I ran into him from out of the blue at a bar). We talked, shot some pool, and I actually managed to make a fair share of my shots. Considering pool is not my strongest of games, I was pleasantly shocked. I didn’t even have to cheat while no one was looking to stay in the game.
Not like that’s something I usually do. ^_^
We eventually moved things along to the Idle Hour for a change of scenery. The place was packed and the Mike Dalton Band was playing. They were fairly decent as far as cover bands go. Now that’s something coming from me, considering my general distain for such bands — play at least some original stuff!). But I digress.
A quick stop at the Ocean Bay diner (where not one gray-haired waitress could be seen — a first in the history of the world, I believe) completed the night. What I had originally planned to be a short evening turned into a 2 o’clock affair. Par for the course with me, I guess.
Saturday:
I managed to peel myself out of bed and catch a somewhat decently scheduled train to the city to being my nine hours of time in the office all by my lonesome. Well, that’s not completely true…I did have a little company for an hour or so in the for of coworkers Dave and Nick, who were using the computers to try and grab tickets to see Life of Agony at Irving Plaza, but they seemed to sell out before the tickets ever officially went on sale. The rest of my time there was rather uneventful.
The evenings festivities were conducted over at good friend Pete’s house, where I proved once again just how poor of a beer pong player I am because I never attended college or managed to sneak out to any wild parties back in high school. See kids, education IS important! All in all it was fun, but leave it to me to get bummed out for no apparent reason and leave things on a down note…and then write some god-damned whiney cryptic note on my web site because I was feeling sorry for myself…bad Andrew! No biscuit!
Sunday:
Dull and ordinary as all hell. Just some food shopping and watching the Giants pull victory from the jaws of defeat after squarely placing it in the maw themselves (how many friggin’ botched holds and missed kicks can one team make in a game?). But at least nothing blew up or fell from the sky onto my head, so I’ll have to consider everything all good for that one.
OK, briefing over. Go back to work, you slackers! ^_^
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