Oh well, at least the fatigue was caused by a good weekend, and so one might say that it's all worthwhile.
Friday after work, I joined afterknowledge at the mall for a Panera meal. Always good. Afterwards, we went back to my parents' house, watched Jeopardy, and waited for the arrival of wowbagger and mightcould. Once we were all assembled, we headed out to the movie theatre for to (meet Will and) watch a little movie called The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. Which I really enjoyed. The romance, as I anticipated, was unnecessary and somewhat irritating, but on the whole I found it to be a satisfying movie experience. I can understand that people would dislike it or find it disappointing, but I don't understand how someone can claim to be a hard-core fan of the Hichhikers phenomenon and then complain that the movie was different from the books. Because . . . duh. Every version is different. That doesn't make this one less valid. And besides, I thought it was funny and fun. I loved Stephen Fry as the book. I loved Alan Rickman as Marvin. Arthur was adorable. Zaphod was really funny. Mos Def was a different character from the Ford I know, but I still liked him quite a bit. Trillian was . . . well, she looked the part. I never have really felt like I had quite a handle on Trillian as a character, but I don't think that this version of her meshed much with what I've known of her before. Slartibartfast was great. I really don't have any sort of thought-out review to include here. But I thought I should at the very least acknowledge the experience.
Saturday I had no food in the house, and so was forced to venture into the rain for to go to the International House of Pancakes for some brunch-type sustenance. psychephage joined me in this, and then in some errand-running. I took care of some things for Erica and for myself, and we located the best-smelling (and most expensive) lavender scented candle in the mall. After that it was hair braiding time. Went to Perk, and I put Erica's hair into cornrows. This took three hours, measured by three episodes of Buffy. My payment was a quesadilla. After a bit of hanging out downstairs, a contingent set off for the Hoff Theatre and The Rocky Horror Picture Show. There were two among us with Vs on their foreheads. There is photographic evidence. After an impressive show featuring the sister, felinegroovy, and others, I finally got to my bed around 4am.
So Sunday was a tired day. I slept rather late, did some grocery shopping, ran my roommate to the airport, and then basically vegged at the parents' house. Dinner and The Philadelphia Story and nearly falling asleep on the couch. To bed not as early as I ought.
Today is Monday. As expected.