Weary
Awful lonely around here lately, eh? I've got all sorts of stuff I'd like to post, but I have roughly zero motivation. Since last we spoke on Thursday I feel like I've been all over the place, even though I really haven't.
Friday I went out canvassing for an environmental group, which was cool but decidedly not for me. After that Em and I had some beers with our "26 year old friend from Scituate." That was much better, especially since Union Station Brewery has their Oktoberfest brewing nowadays, which is absolutely great. I went back for a growler (64 oz.) the next day, but I had to settle for their Golden Spike Ale (which is good, too).
Saturday was my Nana's birthday. Em made a fantastic card with a birthday hermit crab on it, which I'm sure nana appreciated despite her "Eh. Put this over there" upon receiving it. After that we were treated to a torturous Red Sox game. Ugh. I still feel dirty from watching that, despite the buckets of rain that fell all day. We laughed it off that night when we saw Napolean Dynamite, though. Dang, you should see that movie. It's flippin' good, considering it's pretty much the most bizarre collection of non sequiturs I've ever seen.
On Sunday, the beautiful fall weather was perfect for apple picking, so we drove up to Scituate. Unfortunately we were priced out of the actual apple picking, but we did get a nice bushel of Macouns along with some peanut brittle (mmm!). The day was set for a great baseball game against the Yankees followed by what would surely be another Patriots win. We got half of that. I'm sure I don't need to mention which.
(For the record, I am by no means conceding the division to the Yankees. That's ludicrous. All the papers were writing off the AL East, but we still have a great shot. You heard it here first.)
We also made pizza, and I tried to drink all my beer before it went flat (I don't think the growlers are made for one beer-with-dinner-type drinker.) Red Sux notwithstanding, it was an excellent day.
Today I had the pleasure of dealing with my bank because someone out there managed to charge $150 to my debit card without telling me. How rude. That money was earmarked for bills due this week, and I probably won't get it back for a couple weeks, so I'm pretty screwed. Oh, and the tires on my car are in the process of exploding. Bah!
OK, enough about me. How are you doing? Cool. We should be getting some good posts this week. Stay tuned.