"I Got Rhythm"

Well I certainly had a fun weekend. Here's hoping you did as well. Since I can't figure out a coherent theme to this weekend, at least not one to post on, I figure this can be: A Slice of Life.

Friday I spent the whole day at the airport. Now I don't want to talk about work, not because they asked me not to, but because I think work, the very concept of it, is a terrible horrible no good very bad thing. Let's just say I walked up and down the baggage claim level collecting people and by the end of my day (6:30pm) I needed a foot massage and a bottle of powder.

I went out to dinner and spent a few good hours with the girl I am not currently dating. Wow is that relationship a little to much to go into at this point. For now lets say we were, now we're not but we'd both like to again.

I drove home at midnight and got a call from a friend of mine who lives in Philly. She was in town for the night and so we met up at her parents house and hung out for a couple of hours. I always have great conversations with her. She is my high school sweetheart, and we have stayed in touch and close for more than ten years since breaking up. The last good conversation we had helped me get over a calender style turning point in my life. This time we talked about love, and the walls we all build around our hearts. Is there any better therapist/guru/life coach than a good friend with a cup of coffee in the wee hours of the morning?

After going to sleep around 4 am, I was awakened at 8:00 by a phone call. Some friends of mine were moving from Maryland to VA and I had volunteered. Arriving in Maryland around 9:30 the apartment was... a little under prepared. I began having nightmares brought on by reading Disco Mom's blog entry (click on show original post to read her tale, then read on for more tales of woe), but fortunately the move proved very smooth. 10 people on the load and 13 on the unload with bagels and coffee on one end, and water, coke and pizza on the other end. Six hours later and we were done. I met some good people, got some exercise, and helped find a home for a 70+ year old table with plenty of good years left in it.

I went home and took a nap, because I promised to go to a birthday party that night. Now the birthday party was a little racy, so you may want to skip the next paragraph if you are... you know, what's that word? Oh right. Old. If you're old, you know, no fun anymore. Hee hee.

So the party was a hot tub party. The hot tub was small, the alcohol was flowing, and the music playing inside was not my cup of tea, so I spent most of the night outside on the patio. Now I don't want to describe myself and ruin Dave's fun; so lets just say that there were men there who were more attractive than me, and less; but all the men were in bathing suits at some point. As for the ladies, one was pregnant and two did not get into the hot tub. All the others did. In fact at one point in the night there were four woman in the hot tub at once. There were also four men in the hot tub. At that point, only one of those eight people had anything resembling a top on. I had a good night. And those girls who didn't end up in the hot tub? One of them did spend most of the evening in her lingerie after loosing strip Foosball. A good night indeed.

OK prudes, you can start here again. There will be no more discussion of topless ladies in this post. Oops. "If we shadows have offended..." ho ho ho.

I got home around 2:30 or so and went straight to bed. Woke up late, headed over to my folks for a send off meal for my Aunt, Uncle and cousin who were in town on vacation. Left there and went to go see Oceans 13. Go see it. Did you like the first two? You'll love it. Did you like the first one but the second one left you confused/cold? You'll love it. Have you not seen them? Go rent them and then you'll love it. Did you see the first one and hate it? What the matter with you! It was a good movie! Come over to my house, we'll watch them all and drink martinis and I'll explain why you are wrong in the head. It'll be fun. Not hot-tub-party-with-half-naked-ladies-fun (did it again, hee hee!) but good clean fun.

Went out to a lite meal after the movie. We talked about a lot of things, but if sort of devolved into us discussing lots of ways to mess with the people who try to get you to sign petitions at whatever rally/concert/Metro station you happen to be at. By unanimous consent, other peoples ideas were rude, but mine were evil and may cause volunteers to cry themselves to sleep.

After the meal, we walked through Borders and then headed for the house to hang out. Instead I got call from a friend who needed to talk. My Sunday night was spent late night with a cup of coffee, acting as confessor/guru/friend.

Sometimes I wonder, if this is all life has in store for me. Does it have more meaning? How can I get through one more day of work, much less a week, a month, 30 more years?! Then I have a weekend like this one. Who could ask for anything more indeed?