weekend update

... but no dennis miller. sorry. :-)

friday: drove up to the curling club, swinging by to pick up darthrami from her office. refresher course in pebbling, followed by a six-end game in which the team of N, darthrami, D, and cmshaw whupped the asses of the team of datlowen, self, BG-the-most-annoying-man-alive, and bonspiel-skip B.

phone rang on the way up: ( dad calling with News. )

saturday: datlowen came to pick up darthrami and self to head up to the curling open house. we discovered on the way that the planned ramp closure (incidentally, guys, i think it was the funeral for the First Elected Mayor Of DC, and not some random dead cop) didn't have a quick-n-easy detour as we'd expected, and a half-hour/45-minute trip took us like two hours, as we had to go through the city and try to negotiate intersections where the road forks to the left and the right and the sign tells us the street we want is straight ahead. spent a long time on Jesus Street, fortunately had a good laugh about it, realized about halfway to the club that darthrami and i had left our curling stuff in my car back in crystal city. d'oh! so we hung out at the club for about half an hour, then borrowed datlowen's car to go all the way back and get the stuff out of my trunk, and come back up again. fortunately, by then the ramp was reopened, and we did the whole round trip in a shade more than an hour. also got food, because blood sugar = good.

i want to marry datlowen's car. that's all i have to say about that.

phone rang again: ( dad with more News. )

sunday: picked up jgesteve and datlowen and cmshaw for curling open house, day 2. taught some people some stuff, hung out, pimped the game as hard as i could. this took me to about 5:30. had to come home, but v. sleepy. cmshaw pointed out that i hadn't actually eaten all day; a couple of cookies, a potato skin, and some broccoli with dip are not enough calories even for a slowly-metabolizing fox. and she was right. i got in the car and drove until the First Major Landmark, which is about an hour, and was slapping my face for the last few miles. took a little snooze (actually a longer one than i'd intended, because yet again the alarm-clock function on my phone isn't working; i've about had it with replacing these fuckers, even though every time i do i get six more months of warranty -- i'm thinking of just trading up to a more reliable model), bought a sandwich and a soda, felt like a new woman. made the trip in three hours instead of 2.5. not too bad. apartment was stuffy from indian-summer-type heat wave; have turned the AC back on, even though is november. wish weather would make up its fucking mind.

haven't heard from the folks today. am assuming, for the present, that no news = good news. must now have some more soda, grade a few papers, make some sort of plan for tomorrow, and sleeep ...

eta: but i'm feeling sort of off-color, since about an hour before i left the club, and i'm not sure the lack of blood sugar or the sick aunt was it entirely. have just taken my temperature, and it's 98.6 on the button, which for me is sort of feverish. i hope it's just from excitement (of all sorts), and not the start of something Icky. that's the last thing i need right now ...