Monday! Monday! Monday!

Who ever thought there would come a second opportunity in life where one could be offered moonshine? Heck, who ever thought there would come a first time to enjoy bathtub cider? Lucky for us, they weren’t serving the bathtub merlot they’d made before…

Thank goodness for unexpected Memorial Day fun.

The rest of the weekend was a weird mix of work and relaxation. At some point I managed to type in several pages worth of agent data, while enjoying some new Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds downloads. Chatted up Jason Churchill, with whom I haven’t had more than a grunting MSN work conversation with in several months. Completely spaced-out and forgot about an event I had gotten both an invitation and a very nice phone call urging me to attend on Saturday. Instead, stayed in, typed agent info and played poker with the boys. Sunday was a blur of house cleaning, though I barely made a dent, then a nice dinner with , then a poorly-timed trip to Apres Diem, then a better timed late-night trip to The Cheesecake Factory, where late-night coffee and sugar allowed us to stay up for a viewing of I Heart Huckabees— which was bizarre but entertaining, as seems to be the trend of movies I’ve rented lately.

Today, of course, was the jewel. Drove to the far arctic north of GA 400 to the house of one of ‘s old college friends for a cook-out. Only meeting him for the second time, the first having been brief, I was soon overwhelmed by his eccentricities and after several “and then this caught on fire” or “and then Jeff fell off the roof” stories I was simply amazed he was still alive. As if you didn’t know you know you were with an entertaining couple when you walked in their house and saw the stand up Gauntlet arcade game in their dining room, there is really no doubt when after every story he tells, the wife has to add: “yeah, I don’t think that particular establishment will have us back.” I mean seriously, this guy “fixed-up” his lawn mower, it burst into flames then rolled down his yard into some trees…. causing much “fun with neighbors”. They have a million stories.

But too much high octane cider on an empty stomach wore me out quickly so that not even their beer-marinated burgers could get me going again. So, we headed home, mostly so I could sit and do some more fricking work before tomorrow. I think I’ll just take the laptop upstairs and work in bed over the wireless. That at least will be less like a regular workday experience.

P.S.: We MUST have a get together at the house formerly known as The Love Shack again soon because I have a mason jar of concentrated apple fire in the fridge that must be shared. Cut with some regular apple juice, it’s really quite good stuff.