My phone rang as I was opening my front door upon getting home from work on Friday. It was Sharif. "Jill's farewell party is this evening, Ben's giving us a ride, can you get here as soon as possible?" So I changed my clothes and headed over there immediately, and we were off. More than twenty of us met up at Spices in DC, where we monopolized two large tables for more than two and a half hours. After that, we strolled down the street to a martini bar, and filled up their lounge area for a while. It was good fun, and I had about five drinks total. Not bad. I got to my bed around 3am.
I woke up the next morning feeling mildly hung over. A shower, some breakfast, and some coffee didn't really help. In fact, a full day of lunch at my parents' house, relaxing on the couch, doing my taxes, a hike in Patapsco State Park, dinner at my parents' house, and a movie didn't really help. So I decided that probably I was actually kinda sick.
I managed to enjoy my weekend despite the onset of the annoying faux hangover. It was relaxed. Sunday even more so than Saturday, as I spend almost the entire day in my own house, playing Oblivion. I ventured as far as Sharif's place in the evening, to watch Planet Earth on the big HD tv. Among the things learned: Desert foxes are adorable, and sometimes it's possible to see penguin droppings from an airplane. (No, not penguins dropping from an airplane. The "s" placement is crucial.)
At the moment I'm just concentrating on getting to lunchtime, when I can go outside. I'm rereading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, and I think that will go nicely with a Subway sandwich and my favorite bench.
