Another one bites the dust

This weekend was crazy. It starts with Friday. I'm running tons of errands, getting ready for a Halloween Party on Saturday up in Northfield at Alex and Mike's place. Joe has spent days researching and accumulating the various aspects of his costume (I'll keep it a secret because I have a feeling we will reuse the idea next year). At 5 o'clock, Kristen picks us up to grab Mexican with Liz and Greg and friends, then on to Lakewood High School (in Central Ohio, not Lakewood City) for Rob's Marching Band Highlights Show.

In the middle of the show, just after I notice that this guy we went to college with that Alex used to be in love with is at the show...(perhaps a teacher at the school?), I think of her, and get a voicemail from her. Since I'm at a concert, I can't exactly answer, so I wait until the show is done. On the way back to Columbus, I listen to my voicemail.

"Hi Jess, it's Alex. We're kinda worried about you and hope you're still on your way."

I feel a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. The party was tonight (Friday). I'm such a dumbass. I call her and apologize profusely and think about what a moron I am. I then apologize to Joe for spending so much time working on his costume for it to be worthless. What is funny is that we just saw an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm in which they try to get out of a party by showing up a day late. But, the hosts invite them inside anyway, since they took the trouble to come. We surely weren't doing that, but I felt pretty lame.

Saturday starts with me waking up and remembering that I am an idiot and we don't have to drive to Northfield. We then do some cleaning and around 6 o'clock, we shower and head out to Gallery Hop. We wine and dine at our favorite bars, Joe bumps into Mayor Michael Coleman (literally), and we get prime window seats at R.J. Snapper's. We finish the night with the best ice cream in town - UDF. I get my usual, Blue Moon, smothered in hot chocolate. (Un)fortunately, my punk rock buddy isn't there to attempt to sell me drugs. I don't remember much else, except stupid neighbor girl was blasting her crappy ambiance music all night to a party of screaming frat boys until past 4:30 AM.

Sunday, Cloak dies. He was our second fish to kick it. Go figure. I go to Goodale to earn an extra $10 at Poll Worker training, then dinner at Johnny Rocket's. E. Gordon Gee wandered in, bow tie and all, as we were paying our check. Our second brush with Columbusite fame in the same weekend!

After dinner, we went to see "Across the Universe." It was pretty good. It was in the same vein of many of my '60's era favorites - Tommy, Jesus Christ Superstar, Forrest Gump.

Today, back to work. I'm thoroughly tired and thoroughly sick of the office. They announce the supervisor selections, so I have to deal with people going "oh, I thought you were a shoe-in." Finally, 3:30 rolls around.

We grab salad bar at Sunflower, then turn on Grey's Anatomy to dream about Seattle. A knock at the door - it's the postman. He's carrying two heavy boxes. One has my new zebra striped Converse. The other? Seattle tourism materials and a recruitment letter from the DDS Chief.

This really may happen...