A Girl...

(In) Briefs

I had such a wonderful weekend I showed up to work Monday morning with a spring in my step and a smile on my face and a renewed spirit of dedication to get all my official crap taken care of between 9 (or 10) and 5 (or 6) Mon-Thurs so I can take more Fris off to play hookey with my sweetheart, as I did last week, hence my absence.

The unfortunate side-effect, of course, is that the more I do the less I have time to document it, at least in meaningful detail. Here, though, it is in unmeaningful detail, possibly to be fleshed out later if the mood strikes.

Friday morning: Slept late, ate scrambled eggs, hopped in new! car! with Simon and drove to his work, where I read Bridget Jones (cover hidden in my lap because I'm a book snob embarrassed to be seen with popular fiction (ugh)) while he worked for an hour because he is Important and Necessary, even on hookey days. Smiled manically as he told several coworkers that we were just stopping in before heading out on a Top-Secret Surprise Date.

Friday afternoon: Parked in downtown San Jose and spent the day at the Tech, a hands-on science and technology museum swarming with middle school students sliming everything with their germy paws. We got our heads scanned and turned into 3D models, we made a robot spell out dirty words with letter blocks, we designed and rode our own rollercoaster, and we sat gape-mouthed and dumbfounded in front of a tv looping a thirty-minute-long video of a Rube Goldberg device. We caused all kinds of mischief and saw an IMAX movie about Greece, which then necessitated going out for gyros when we got back to the hood.

Friday evening: Split skewers at Askew, tried and failed to see Music and Lyrics, drove home in interminable traffic listening to Dr. Demento songs, returned two rental movies, picked up one rental movie, split a gyro, watched Saw III through the spaces between our fingers.

Saturday morning and afternoon: Leisurely breakfast and then off to the city alone to meet up with my photography group (details later). Swarm the chic-chic Ferry Building Farmer's Market like produce paparazzi, eat about a thousand tortilla chips, walk aaaaaaall the way down to Pier 39, taking another hundred pictures along the route.

Saturday night: Returned home at 7 p.m. exhausted, bleary- and teary-eyed, and unable to fathom attending the first roller derby bout of the season in just short of an hour in my condition, even though I've been wearing my roller derby underwear all day in anticipation. Cry some. Suck it up, go late, and enjoy self thoroughly. Thank Simon profusely for putting up with me.

Sunday afternoon: Take my special beau out on a bagel date. Buy socks. Look in vain for open watch-repair shop. Resist buying used books and records. Drive to Berkeley to pick up freelance work, then roam downtown consuming burritos, tacos, Music and Lyrics, and my semi-yearly Butterfinger. I also bought at a used-clothing store a sweet stripey red-and-white boob-flattering shirt that I discovered retails online for between $150 and $200. Silly me considered passing it up at $13.50 as it's just cotton, for crying out loud.

Sunday night: Start and finish freelance project and then become ridiculously giddy at the prospect of spending the evening watching three back-to-back episodes of Girls Next Door. Hold hands with Simon and jump around together squealing like leaky balloons. Hang heads in shame. Wink, smile, and turn up the volume. Go to sleep wishing for all-access passes to Playboy mansion and rest secure that we do indeed want the same things in life.

Posted by Leah at March 5, 2007 09:03 PM