The waiting game

I’m still waiting, and I am not happy about it. Friday afternoon, I finally heard back from my maintenance guy, but all he had to say was that he hadn’t heard from the tank guy yet and wasn’t sure he’d even shown up. So I finally gave up and went home, determined to have a good weekend because I knew that today was going to suck. What’s worse is that I can’t even read the news on the internet like usual because all the fun of the weekend impeded my Harry Potter reading, so I’m not finished, and I refuse to risk exposure to spoilers. Come to think of it, I have the book in my car. I wonder how it would go over if I sat at my desk reading. Probably not well. I guess I’m stuck continuing what is already a mind numbingly boring blog post. (All the waiting must finally be starting to pay off because my maintenance guy just called: the tank guy will be here in half an hour. Sadly, that is not soon enough to stop the boring blog writing.)

The Weekend:
Sunday was J’s birthday. Last week, he gave us a sob story about how he hadn’t had a good birthday in years and started making plans. It’s no fair to have to plan your own birthday, so I took over only to discover that everyone else was going to be out of town this weekend. The plan was happy hour then karaoke at the VFW on Friday followed by a BBQ at my house on Sunday. I was pretty worried that nobody was going to show up for any of this, but a few people did, and a good time was had by all. I had planned to be the DD to the VFW, but in light of my crappy week, the group voted to walk and then to buy me drinks until I forgot my troubles. It worked. On the way home, we were pulled over for drunk walking, but no citations were issued. Luckily the local hippy who would have made a scene about his civil rights and how the man is keeping him down and probably had a large amount of at least one illegal substance on him had decided about five minutes earlier that he was going to take a short cut home. Otherwise, I’d probably have been looking for bail money.

The plan for Saturday was to get up early, run to Easton to pick up our share from the organic co-op, then come home, get everything ready for the BBQ, hem my dress for next week’s 80’s prom and then settle in to read Harry Potter. The reading part happened. The rest really didn’t. In the end, I got everything done, but at the expense of sleep, and the BBQ turned out to be another success.