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freakysparks called me the other night and left a voicemail, asking about my "almost perfect weekend" last weekend, as per my facebook status report, and she was curious about what it entailed, given that I never wrote about it here. So now I'm writing about it here! A chronological pastiche.

friday.

dommeyourass picked me up from work and we went down to Hyde Park to see a friend's art in a gallery show. We had plans to immediately go to Lincoln Lodge afterwards. "They definitely serve food there, right?" I was a little hungry, which makes me a little (more) nervous. We found the gallery in this tiny little block of storefronts on a street where no car traffic is allowed, it was like being in another city. The show was strange. A couple pieces I liked from a distance. Most of them underwhelmed me. I didn't get my friend's piece AT ALL. But I went up to her and said, hey, um, I totally don't understand what you're doing here at all, but I want to, so will you explain it to me? And she did, very well, and even succinctly, which none of this surprised me, but it made me very, very glad that I didn't have to bullisht my friend, because that is always awkward. And happens to me a lot, because I'm a fcking critic. I mean, who isn't? But you know. The best part of this gallery is that my friend brought the wine so it wasn't crappy yellowtail in a plastic cup, it was delicious bordeaux in a plastic cup! I almost walked out onto the street with my cup in my hand, I guess I thought we were in New Orleans. We went up to Lincoln Lodge and were fairly desperate audience members, we needed meat. Luckily once we flagged down a waitress, she was very good to us. The burger was suprisingly delicous. And I was so happy I had it to eat because a good bit of the stand-up we saw was baaaaaaad. And we were near the front. And I don't really like having to politely laugh. I'm actually more likely to do that in boring conversations with strangers than I am to do for comics. There were a few bright spots, including seeing a friend of a friend I just met last week show up on stage and do a great act and when the MC was talking about Sarah Palin then paused and said, "I keep waiting for her to say 'thanks, Buy Owner!'" We cut out during the intermission. We went to bed early.

saturday. We got up early and drove to St. Charles. DYA was having her first horseback riding lesson, and I just tagged along to see the stables and enjoy the drive and the hint of country, or at least trees, it was more country/suburbs hybrid. I pet one horse, nervously. I'm kinda freaked out by horses, but I'm trying to get better. It was sunny and had a fall chill but heated up in the sun. While I poked around at a chapter with my pencil, I was surrounded by the barn cats who were such love muffins, wanting to be in my lap, under my hands. I wanted to take them home. Afterwards, we went back to the city, gathered up the caravan and then drove up to Racine for Chick-fil-a. I found some great stuff on the sale table at the Gap. We all passed out on the way home. Well, except

sadomillerchism, who drove. That night we lounged on the couch and had a 30 Rock marathon.

sunday. Went to temple in the morning. Had dharma study group afterwards. Biked home but stopped to make a reservation to river kayak. Ate homemade delicous brunch and changed clothes. Biked back to the river and kayaked for an hour. My first time. I was a little nervous, but held it together pretty well. I didn't freak out about my legs being pinned, about the toxic river water splashing on my skin everytime I paddled, about getting stuck up river because my arms would give out and I would be unable to get myself home. Nothing bad happened, we saw some gorgeous tree leaves changing colors and some super cute ducks and a blue blue october sky and I wasn't even that sore afterwards. Went home and messed around, which was the first time in awhile because I've been in a period of quasi-celibacy for a few weeks, which I haven't written about here, and may or may not later, but anyway Sunday was a very nice way to break the fast. Then I showered and changed clothes and biked over to Yogaview and met up with

blondestallion and we talked and walked back to her house, then made a dinner around the leftover Chick-fil-a sandwiches I brought back from Racine. For the record, a sandwich that has been in the fridge for 24 hours, plus in my shoulder bag for an hour, then reheated briefly in the oven, is still very very delicious. Its that foil-lined packet, as

broqued knows. We ate dessert and watched a couple episodes of Arrested Development, then I biked home. I wasn't quite ready to go to bed, and I wanted to watch something comforting, and I started one movie, but it wasn't working....what was it? I don't know. But then I ended up watching my old VHS copy of Sneakers and that made me really happy. I could practically recite half of the movie, which surprised me. I went to bed around midnight, curled up and cozy around all the down pillows I recently purchased to replace the old pillows that were hurting our ears while we slept. ???

And that was my perfect weekend.

It will maybe have some competition with this weekend coming up though.

thebrownhornet came into town yesterday, and tonight he's having a book reading at Quimby's at 7. Then afterwards we're doing drinks (and a song) at Sidekicks, if anyone wants to come by. The weekend will then be some one-on-one hanging out, some small group gatherings, a friend's wedding, eating good food, and another book reading on Sunday night at Early 2 Bed. I can't believe I'm going to see my best friend read from his book! I'm so damn proud and excited.