:: Venting Insanity ::

:: Monday, May 05, 2003 ::

busy weekend?
Yeah... big time busy.

Friday night, John S and I saw X2. We got there at ten after seven and everything was sold out up until 10 pm. So, we bought the tickets for that showing and walked over to Chili's to grab some dinner. That was an hour and a half wait. I really didn't feel like driving around on a Friday night trying to find a place that had less of a wait time, so we just hung out. Plus, we still had three hours until the movie. So, we ate and saw the movie.

Saturday started surprisingly early with a morning vet trip, followed by working on the trucks all day with Dad. He's been pulling stuff he wants to keep off the grey truck and putting them on the red/tan one. Then, I went with Cathy and several people she knows to Dave & Buster's. We hung out for several hours, had some food and drink... None of us went for any video games this time, though. I guess we weren't really into it.

Yesterday, Dad and I did more work on the trucks (after I finally woke up). I was so tired. {{sigh}}

it's done
Well, Mom and Dad made the decision. Yesterday morning, our trip to the vet culminated with having to put poor old Marbles to sleep. He was going completely blind and we had him on four different medications. Between falling down the stairs and wandering around outside without a clue as to where he was, Marbles really had no quality of life left for him. My little old man is off with his littermates now. I told Prudy she'd better not make me have a decision like that, not that she really understands me. Dad was really torn up. Marbles was *his* cat, after all. It was a rough morning. I ended up not going to the computer show with Larry that day, staying home and helping Dad out with the trucks instead.

night out
We hit Dave & Buster's Saturday night. It was a pretty sedate evening. The guy I was supposed to "not meet" was pretty nice. Mom said that Cathy told her Tom thought he made a bad impression on me. I don't know. He's a nice guy, but he smokes. I'm not a smoker. I've dated smokers in the past and it really gets in the way of a good kiss. Not to mention the fact that *my* clothes begin to smell like I'm the one smoking. It's not really something I want to get involved with again.

Again, maybe I'm being too picky, but he just seemed like another guy at the restaurant. There really didn't seem to be anything worth trying for. At least, I didn't get that feeling. {{shrugs}} I don't know. Maybe it's me.