My weekend (dun dun dun)- It's a pretty long story

[Sentientbydesign]

Hey guys & gals,

For those of you who've been keeping track. I work 7 days a week. I did it for almost a year and it really took it's toll. So I quit my second job and this past weekend was my first weekend off in quite some time.

The Itinerary:

Saturday:

5am-11am-Moving Sale (we're staying with my in-laws as we find a new place in San Diego, so we wanted to get rid of a bunch of stuff)

3pm- Interview in Carlsbad (for wife)

5pm- Best friend's wedding in San Diego

10pm-11pm- Spend night at beach

Sunday:

9am-Wake up and enjoy the beach

Monday:

No Plans/Work on car

Here's what actually happened:

Saturday:

Moving sales started late. Didn't get signs out till almost 6:30am. Weren't set up until after 7am. Because we were late, we missed some stuff that was in the garage that should have been sold.

The sale went ok. Last time we had a lot more big ticket items and made close to $500, this time we made around $150. But we did clear up quite a bit of stuff.

11:30 pm, we're still packing up. I start putting an old tire away and am told to leave it by the curb because it's free now. Well, me being the dumbA$$ that I am, start bouncing the tire (It's really old, dry rotted and super bouncy). I loose control of it and it starts rolling down the lawn headed right for my MIL car across the street. I run after it and our dog runs towards me and I get caught in his leash and go flying.

I hit a bush and the brick steps as I come down. My wife comes to my aid, and I'm hurting like non-other, but tell her to go get the tire (still rolling down the street).

It misses my MIL car, but makes it down about 3 houses before somebody finally catches it.

I've got a scrape and bruise on about 2/3 of my forearm. Another horrible bruise on my left side at the top of my pelvis, my keys jammed into my thigh, and a few other bruise (felt like a belly flop without the water).

This whole ordeal puts us back even later and we don't leave until 1:00pm.

I also realize that I don't have any pants appropriate for a wedding. So somehow between 1:00pm and 5:00pm we have to drive 70 miles for my wife's interview and go find me pants (did I mention that my wife insisted on driving the "more fuel efficient car"?).

We get to her interview 30 mins early, but it takes about 1.5 hours which puts us at 4:00. I'm still hurting, nauseous, hungry, and in need of pants.

We find an outlet mall which only sell overpriced clothing. We get some food and I buy some CK pants after searching about 4-5 other stores.

By now we have 15 mins to get to the wedding (which I thought was close by) ERRRR! WRONG!!!

The wedding was another 30 miles south of us and the FWY we needed was crawling at about 25 mph.

We get to the wedding at 5:45 (10 mins after the ceremony was over and the bride and groom had left to the beach for pictures).

We were welcomed with a "You've missed the ceremony, but you can help yourself to the cocktail reception" with a Sardonic tone.

We decide to take advantage of the open bar because we needed to relax a little bit. Well the bartender was a little too good at mixing drinks and my wife ended up downing around 9 drinks over the course of 3 hours.

She who refuses to dance in public, wouldn't stay off the dance floor (which is down stairs) so everytime I step away from her, I have to hobble (still bruised like non-other) down stairs to make sure she doesn't fall on somebody while "dancing".

The night ends in the bathroom with me holding my wife's hair up as she pukes in the sink (not the toilet like I told her to). I end up swirling the puke down the drain and driving her to our motel (my MIL insisted on getting us one despite us wanting to sleep in the car at the beach-Thank God for that).

The wonderful bartender sneaks us an extra bottle of champagne (ASTI-Wonderful stuff).

After getting my wife in bed, I hobble across a busy street to a liquor store to get her some food and drink to help metabolize the alcohol. The store attendant suggested that I draw a mustache and funny symbols on her face while she was passed out, but I passed.

The motel is so old that it has normal keys, not card keys. They don't provide any ammenities accept some cheap bar soap made in India.

Sunday:

Wife has a hang over. The alcohol didn't "heal" my bruises and we go find breakfast and spend most of the day on the beach. There's a quick stop at a sex shop for necessities and a stop at fatburger- where a drunk/crazy guy starts harassing everybody about the origin of Fatburger and asks a black man who that black person was in a Motown picture, "because you should know".

Then he comes asking us when Fatburger was first opened. Whether we think the shakes are made with real ice cream. Then he asks for a french fry and says that he can offer some desani water or a PB&J on egg bread in trade.

We drive home (THANK GOD-No traffic!!!). Then decide to go bowling (yes I was still limping).

Monday:

Was BBQing and more bowling. I'll leave out the hairy details about me arguing with the In-laws about their trailer trash views of BBQs versus my and their neighbors views about a nice quality BBQ.

[BrandAidDesignG35]

I work 7 days a week also, I get a day off here and there... but I find I just take on too many projects to function properly... Just limit what you try and take on Your "Schedule" looked pretty tight when I read the first couple lines, but man, that's hectic, I have a headache just thinking about it...

But yeah, I think you had a good excuse to take a break last weekend, I was working on a job, and said, I have to go get some things from another job, and I just left and went home to install my wheels...

It felt good to just get away from everything, and spend some time with my car... lol

We all need a break

[ArizonaG35]

Damn Sentient... sorry to hear you had a rough one, especially since you don't get a lot of time off to begin with. Overall, sounds like you didn't have the worst time in the world, but pretty hectic.

My weekend:

Saturday: Get up around 10am... work in the yard 'til about 3pm... Crack a beer and repeat about 11 times until I'm sleepy

Sunday: Get up around 7am... cook breakfast for the little lady and prepare for grilling and racing all day... Friends show up around 11am for the festivities... grill out... crack a beer... repeat 22 TIMES! Stumble to bed and mutter "I nub Ewe" to the wife... pass out.

Monday: Nurse the hangover... eat greasy food to soak up the booze... lay on the couch for a bit... clean the hottub... crack a beer... repeat 6 times... Eat dinner... crash out early...

Good times! Hope you all had a safe holiday weekend!

Dave
Modified by ArizonaG35 at 11:59 AM 5/27/2008

[infinitgkid]

lol wow what a weekend Sentient, hope you ahh get better from all your injuries...

but my weekend went like this

Saturday:

Went downtown with the team, and a few friends hung out... came home and played the good ol' xbox

Sunday:

Played xbox about 5pm, then went over to the neighbors house for a BBQ.

At about 9pm, I left there and met up with the team at the regular car meet we have here in Greenville every sunday...

Left there and went to a nearby Wendy's and nearly getting arrested (long story)

Then at about 1am, after trying to avoid any police, I head home (taking any back roads just to be safe, don't know if the manager ran my tags or not)

Got home, and then some more xbox!

Monday

Xbox, the basketball with the team, xbox...

so yep, thats pretty much my weekend not as epic as everyone elses, but eh it was still kinda fun...

[Sentientbydesign]

You know, despite being hectic and at times horrible, it was a lot of fun. I got to go bowling twice (I used to bowl 40-60 games/week). Got to play pool. Got to cook (I LOVE cooking).

And there was some sleep and relaxation in there somewhere. Can't wait for this weekend. I'm going to finish that ground wire kit and probably start prepping for my drift event and maybe go test drive some cars and do another CF lip for John who has more patience than I'd ever have lol.

Stumble to bed and mutter "I nub Ewe" to the wife... pass out.

Priceless!!!