What a day! I crashed at home early Friday night due to the aforementioned long work week (total time was 56 hours). Actually, I left work at around 6 PM but I got stuck in the most horrible traffic ever. I decided to pull over and watch a movie at a theater near Norristown. Home of Chuck Norris? Heh. Anyway, I saw Pirates of the Carribean and it was so funny. Great job by Johnny Depp. I am impressed. I would see it again. When I bought my ticket to go into the theater, I was accosted by the ticketing agent when she noticed I held a plastic bag. ”Is that a pint of ice cream?” she inquired? ”No, that’s cottage cheese and blueberries.” ”Oh,” she replied, somewhat disappointed. My idea of what makes up dinner since I went on the new regiment is mildly shocking. A friend of mine at work has called me ”weird” because of it. I can live with that.
Saturday morning I went out to Home Depot to do some consulting with a friend who’s going to remodel their bathroom. Pedestal sinks are all the rage now. We then hit Silk City, one of my favorite diners in the area. I had a Greek salad, cheese fries, a diet Coke and this Lime-Seltzer thingy. We then went to a Mini Cooper place and test drove a Mini. Personally, I’d get the Cooper-S with its sports package and better horsepower, but my friend seems content with the 115 HP five speed. My Eclipse would kick 115 HP’s ass, even at only 4 cyclinders. Like I really know what I’m talking about. I made the day complete by taking a jog down to the intersection of Columbus Avenue and Spring Garden where I saw Guster in concert. They’re wonderful. I bought a nice t-shirt and their latest CD. I only seem to buy their CDs at their concerts. Funny. The weather was just right. My only problem was that the *only* ATM machine there was was broken. Super broken — meaning I couldn’t fix it by vigorously shaking the machine and then unplugging it and attempting a reboot. I then met Ed, the chief of security. No, he didn’t catch me trying to mate with the ATM. He allowed me and two other fellow ATM users to leave the venue and cross the street over to the Circle-K. I met a nice girl, nay, a hottie, named Tiasha who’s a political science major and a senior in college in desperate need of a job. She claims to be available to work internationally. Oh, good. Anyway. good luck, Tiasha — I have no freakin’ idea what the heck a political science major does in REAL LIFE, so I can only offer my best. Whatever that is. But take it anyway. I did make a very minor attempt at reviving my flirting skills and asked her about her unique name. She told me her parents are into ”T” names and that her sister was subsequently named Tyranny. I’m scared already. We did not exchange phone numbers. Duh.
