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What I Did On My Long Weekend 2004-07-06, 11:24 a.m. My weekend was quite uneventful, for the most part, and I enjoyed it tremendously. I spent nearly the entire weekend at T’s apartment (don’t judge me – he has furniture!) and we really had some fun together. On Friday night, we went out for dinner at my favorite dive pizza joint, where they make their own provel cheese and I, a cheese hater, could easily eat a pound of that stuff in one sitting. We ordered pizza and salads and marveled at the woman who came in with bare feet and an unlit Camel hanging out of her mouth, and we also enjoyed mocking the people in the booth behind us who looked like extras on the set of “Dallas” in 1985. After dinner, we went back to T’s apartment and cracked open the first bottle of red wine and started playing Scrabble. We ended up abandoning our game to watch a movie and have a serious conversation, and I must note that we were drinking wine straight from the bottle at the end of the night. We woke up around 2 p.m. on Saturday, and I went home to pack and clean, and of course, I went back to sleep and woke up around midnight, madder than hell that I was wide awake. Sunday, T and I met for lunch and then we both slept through the afternoon. We discovered that hardly any restaurants were open for the 4th of July holiday, which was incredibly stupid, since anytime we pulled into a parking lot or scored a good parking space, we’d see six or seven other couples doing the same thing, only to be met with disappointment when the chosen place was closed. We ended up at the Plaza and went to dinner at Houston’s, which normally has an hours-long wait on weekends, but we got right in and scored prime seats with an awesome view of the Plaza. They were, no joke, the fifteenth or sixteenth restaurant we’d tried to visit that night and the only one that was open, so we were shocked that they weren’t busy. We ended up catching fireworks at the Plaza, in Brookside, downtown, and in Parkville after dinner. It was really nice to just wander around the Plaza arm-in-arm, enjoying the gorgeous weather and ooohing and aaaahing over the fireworks, and trying to forget about the fact that I would be moving 500 miles away just six days later. After dinner, we drove back to T’s apartment and – you guessed it – more wine, movies, and board games. I beat T at Scrabble while thoroughly intoxicated, which was a tremendous accomplishment since I rarely beat him when I’m sober. We ended up passing out around 6 a.m. and waking up relatively early. And while this next tidbit is bordering on the TMI, it is too funny to keep to myself: I sustained a still-drunk-the-next-day sex injury on Monday and am now sporting a bruise the size of China on my ass. It’s true – apparently when you are both a little drunk and he is very enthusiastic, it’s bound to be disastrous, and I FELL OFF the bed. So, after passing out again and waking up in the early afternoon, I went back to my apartment and spent the afternoon nursing my hangover and my sore ass and watching crappy comedy reruns on TBS. I also packed up most of the remaining stuff in my apartment and finally finished reading The House At the End of the World, which I cannot recommend enough. It sucks to be back at work, but it’s awfully nice to know that after today, I only have three more days. And Friday hardly counts because it’s my last day, and Wednesday is my going-away lunch, and Thursday is my going-away happy hour, so those days won’t seem very long at all. And while it hasn’t even really hit me that I have less than 40 hours to go at Stuffy Economic Policy Quasi-Government Organization, I also don’t think I’m going to miss it at all. Especially not at this time next year, when I am enjoying six weeks of paid time off.
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