You can ready the noose. Rally the lynch mob. Find the nearest tall tree. I’ve missed three days of posts and I’ve accepted my fate.
Okay, so maybe a delay in posts isn’t punishable by death. But the fact that I’ve disappointed myself with procrastination (yet again) does make me feel a certain twinge of guilt. I didn’t mean to miss posting. I wasn’t even all that busy. I just didn’t have a solid internet connection and I couldn’t think of much to say, anyway.
How about we start with how my weekend went?
On Friday, I had to work and then prepare for a family party. My family is insane and bossy and easily annoyed; three traits that happen to flow freely through my veins, in abundant doses, I might add. I was quickly irritated with the ridiculousness in which my grandma/uncle/aunt barked orders and liberally took to the alcohol my cousin offered. Cranberry-pomegranate juice and cherry vodka. The best alcoholic beverage I have ever had. I downed four cups in a half an hour span. That is, by far, the most alcohol I’ve consumed in the shortest amount of time. And, boy, did I feel I needed it. Anna was nice enough to join the party after work, thank god. We lounged about the party, ate food, hopped in a boiling-hot jacuzzi, and watched acapella videos until we passed out at my grandma’s house. It was a good night, after I was so graciously saved.
On Saturday, I reluctantly awoke early and helped to clean up the remains of the party. We ate leftovers and talked around the kitchen table. I drove Anna home and went home myself; I had an optometrist appointment at 2 PM (a follow-up for my recent contacts). I blissfully slept until 1:30 PM and rushed to put on real clothes and drive the few minutes to the doctor’s office. He cleared me for contacts in 10 minutes and even gave me a free pair. Contacts are amazing. I had plans to meet some friends (Anna and Ramona included), so I hurried home to get my things. My mom was getting ready for a wedding and I took too much time putting make-up on her face while my little sister painted Mother’s nails. I was late. I grabbed Anna from her house, met with my cousin and her boyfriend, and we carpooled to a hipster little coffee shop to meet Ramona and her boyfriend. We lounged about there for a good hour (free Wi-Fi makes Helena a very happy girl) and I drove people home. I had an aunt visiting from out-of-state (the same aunt who gladly mailed back my phone several years ago), so I drove to my other grandma’s house for dinner and family bonding. We made sushi and ate raw fish and played Canasta. By the end of our loss (by 35 points, ugh!), it was time for me to go home. So, I did.
On Sunday, I was supposed to drive my aunt to her hotel for a conference by noon. I woke up late. I’m the worst, I swear. I woke my brother, rushed to put clothes on (and contacts in), and hurried to my grandma’s house. As soon as we got there, we threw all her luggage into my ghetto car and booked it to her hotel. Thankfully, I didn’t get lost (my brother is a fairly good navigator) and I only made her two minutes late. Yes! On our way home, we stopped to grab breakfast from some cafe/deli I’ve never heard of. It took forever. But their pasta was fairly good. As soon as we got home, I threw on some PJ’s, jumped into bed, and watched Veronica Mars episodes until I couldn’t anymore. Then, I watched some Harry Potter with my brother and sister. Then, I watched more Veronica Mars (I’m a total Marshmallow). That was the extent of my Sunday shenanigans.
Yesterday (Monday) was a work day. I intended to post something, but I couldn’t think of what. I was late to work, my boss’ boss is in town, and I was too tired to think. I spent the day invoicing and perusing the internet. I left work at 3 PM (we close early on Mondays) and drove home. And watched Veronica Mars. Sent my sister out to get me food. And watched Veronica Mars. I did get a few emails that made me happy yesterday. And one that made me very happy. So, there’s that.
And that was my oh-so-exciting weekend. Thrilling, eh?
I suppose I could share with you what email made me happy and from who and why. But I think that’s another post for another day.
I suppose I could share with you some insane family stories. But that’ll just take forever.
I suppose I could share with you my LoVe for the Veronica Mars series (only Marshmallows will understand the LoVe thing; Team LoVe for life!). But I’m not done re-watching the third season yet, so maybe I’ll wait until then.
I could share a lot of things with you. I could bare my soul and illustrate my experiences. But, honestly, I’m just not in the mood. Sorry.
But, I will advertise a few songs that I’ve come to love. I play them on repeat.
Hubris Humor & Hysteria 