The only out of place moment was after my Saturday night was over and I finished my Mickey Ds run at the 4am mark. I flagged down a taxi and got my ride headed back to the BK. The driver was super friendly, then he became creepy friendly and actually seemed like he was overly interested in my well being. Then after my point to point directions he drove past one of the final turns and took me past my block. I guess expecting me to become disoriented. Thankfully I know my neighborhood in all directions so was not at the least bit perturbed. I just had to be a little more pointed with my final directions to the front of my house then I gave him his fare and jumped out like I heard there were bedbugs in the backseat. Just when you relax for a moment (because my mind was all about the getting home to eat my Big Mac) you have driver who is asking to get your number for nefarious purposes. I guess I needed a reminder. There is a reason we wear kevlar lined leather gloves. So we can deal with the big bad city when we need to. Sometimes the strangeness is there to remind us that while we choose to live in the city we still have to be ready for whatever.
Sunday was all about the why wasn’t my internet working while my cable television was fine. Time Warner had an outage that the people on the phone could not provide details on. This meant that worldly connected me was cutoff. And yes this was highly upsetting. Thankfully my perusal of TV in the past week had gotten me addicted to watching Buffy episodes that were in rerun. Of course I have seasons 3 and seasons 7 on DVD so into the PS3 those discs went and I found myself watching episode after episode. Reliving the good times when I used to watch the show religiously back at the turn of the century. All my friends and close associates knew I was addicted to Buffy. I was sad when it went off the off the air but it ended on a high note so all was good. . At the same time re-watching the episodes had me going from happy to sad back and forth because I used to watch the show with someone else. Someone who I can’t watch the show with anymore. They liked the show because of me and liked watching all of my reactions. Yes I scream and laugh at all of the appropriate parts This also means that all the parts that made me smile also made me a little sad. The best good times I remember and still have are good times shared. I guess it will be like this for a while. But I can’t stop having fun because of flashbacks to the fun I used to have. The sadness moments are farther apart but they still come. Here’s to a future with more shared fun moments. And fun moments alone. I do appreciate both kinds after all.
Always the perfect start to the night, friends and fun
Gym
Usually good Thursday Night, almost always great Saturday Night
Splash
