That’s the best grade that I can give myself for this past weekend. And my poor attention to detail has dragged the weekend into Monday, but not in a good way.
The weekend started off fine meeting my friend Bill and his buddies for a few beers at their meeting place, BenchWarmers on Clairmont. Given that I had gotten into the office at 6:30am on Friday I had no problem leaving early enough to bypass some Friday afternoon traffic. The weekend started its downward slide when I chose to eat Chinese buffet for dinner (BAD Paulie. BAD!)
I awoke on Saturday morning feeling fine, but in no mood to trudge down to the basement to set up the bike trainer. Instead I made it as far as the den where I clicked on the television and watched professionals in action. Saturday from 8:00am to 5:00pm is a bit of a blur. I know that I did a few good things during that time frame that I will discuss briefly.
Last week I mentioned buying the ingredients for a vegetarian jambalaya (and the entire state of Louisiana rolls their eyes…). This concoction was for a Atlanta Urban Explorers dinner party for which I enrolled, the theme this month was “vegetarian”. Considering that I burned the fuck out of the bottom layer of rice, serious it was pitch black, I was fortunate to salvage most of the dish by scooping from above the burn. All things considered my jambalaya was good and appreciated, but I prefer the version with real meat. Because I knew there would be alcohol drinking, and that the party was not far from the ITP Estate, I bundled up my food and wine and took a Lyft — apparently I was the oddball for this too.
On Saturday I will be 52, once again catching up to ITP-Reader Barb whose birthday is today! One of the reasons I am woefully single is my inability to chit-chat, this is also why I am terrible at parties. You’d think that at this point in life I’d finally given up, though I may finally understand why my parents made so few friends after we moved to Florida. After feeling alone in a loft with fifteen others, I decided to stop trying and was the first to leave at 9:00pm. I’d have pulled an “Irish Exit” if not for the fact that I had to pack up my casserole dish, and pass right by the host prior to leaving.
Yesterday was a dark day, in which I had no desire to do anything or be around anyone. If not for the fact that I had a haircut appointment I may have never left the house. After my haircut I drove over to Taco Mac in Decatur. I haven’t been to this location since they renovated, and for my money I think the other configuration was better. I drank one beer and ate an entire platter of chicken nachos before pulling the plug on my interfacings with others, the very good waitress that served me in this case. The remainder of Sunday was spend in the ITP Estate, trying but failing to be productive.
There was some good this weekend. I have started working through some technologies that could help me the next time I have to interview for a job — whenever that may be.
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You’ll notice in my weekend recap there was no exercise mentioned, because none happened. I decided that I need to stem the tide of ebbing fat by working out in the office workout room today. When I arrived at the office and pulled out my gymbag, that has been in the M6 since before my Germany trip, I discovered that I never reloaded it with workout clothes. DANGEN! My workouts will resume tomorrow.
And so you have it. If not for the work efforts this would have been a completely wasted weekend. Hope yours was better. Barb, hope your trail went well and that your birthday is fantastic.