Can a lack of anything that would be tabbed as “exciting” or “news worthy” qualify as “Strange” as this post would suggest? I dunno. Maybe that’s not the right word, “Strange”, but I don’t feel like changing it now so I’ll simply tell you ’bout my weekend, and you can call it what you want.
I had a sense Friday night, as I sat in the back row of a Winsted Board of Education meeting (for work mind you. i don’t just hang out at BOE meetings on Friday nights.) that my weekend might not amount to anything. The meeting was boring and my mind was wandering.
I had the weekend off and no firm plans. Jay and Jamie were away at a Phish Reunion Show with a bunch of smelly hippies. Brian and Mere were expecting their second born. Cooter, as he has been for almost a year now, was working for the weekend. Tai is in permanent hibernation and I had already taken in a midnight showing of Watchmen (great!) the night before. So yeah, the only thing I really had planned this weekend was NOT to work, and quite honestly, I was fine with that.
I got home from work Friday night around midnight. I was a bit revved up after sitting for 4 hours in that meeting. All I could think about was “education budgets”.
I took a shower. Poured a glass of wine, not my favorite alcoholic beverage in the world, but the only booze in the house, then plopped myself on the couch in front of the tube.
I woke up on that same couch at 10:30 in the morning, Saturday.
I was looking forward to UCONN vs PITT in an hour and a half, so I decided to get some errands out of the way. I drove to Walmart to purchase some new headphones for my ipod. While there, I impulsively bought Joe Torre’s “controversail” book, “The Yankee Years”. I really had been meaning to buy it, but I had not planned on it when I went to Walmart Saturday.
On the way home I stopped at Double D for my first iced coffee of the season. I dunno why but I’m always embarrased to order them in the winter months. But it was pushing 60 degrees on Saturday so why not.
I arrived home just in time for the UCONN game…and that’s all I have to say about that….those fuckers!!
After the game I did something I haven’t done in quite a while. I popped on my ipod and went for a walk throughout my neighborhood. I thought a lot on that wallk: About my friends, and wondered what they were doing. I thought about Aidan and how smart he is, and wondered at what age his intelligence will pass mine, if it hasn’t already. I thought about my father and how in the course of two years, since retiring, he really has turned into an “old man”. I thought about the summer and things I’m looking forward to, like the baseball season, picnics, warm weather, summer movies, etc.
When I arrived home, for the first time since I purchased it on Tuesday, I actually opened the new U2 cd and popped it in the player. I sat in my recliner with the front door propped open, music turned up and began reading “The Yankee Years”.
It’s fun to get lost in a book sometimes. People who don’t read have no idea what I’m talking about. You others do. Being so passionate about the yankees and having followed them since I was 11 years old, I enjoyed the read more than the just the casual baseball fan. I swear, as I sat there for two hours, breaking only to piss or smoke a cigarette, I really did feel like I was in the Yankee clubhouse. The book brought back great memories of the yankees who defined MY generation: The ’96 team, the ’98 team, The Subway World Series, The Aaron Boone Game and The Collapse in 04. I wasn’t just remembering those years, reading that book I was right there, back in Jamie’s living room, watching Jay spill wine as Boone’s homerun sailed into the left field seats and sent the Yankees to the World Series.
About 250 pages in my eyes got tired so I stopped. I had a bite to eat and laid on the couch. Within 10 minutes I was asleep. Ten minutes later my cell phone was ringing. It was Keely, telling me there would be no “game night” at her and Chuck’s, as he wasn’t feeling well.
And I was fine with that. It was 7 p.m. Saturday and my mind and body told me that today was an alone day for me.
I drove to Stop and Shop and rented a movie out of REDBOX. The Film was called ‘Henry Poole Was Here’. Luke Wilson stars as a dying man who moves into a house in California to live out his days when suddenly his crazy Mexican neighbor thinks she sees the face of Jesus in the form of a wet spot on the side of Henry’s house. From that point on the movie turns into a lesson if faith. My advice to you all: Don’t rent this film. It sucked.
The movie ended and I picked up my Yankee book again and began reading. The last thing I read Saturday was about the yankees losing the 2003 world series to the Florida Marlins. The last digits I recall seeing on the clock Saturday night were 3:17 a.m.
Sunday, in fullfilling a promise I made to Aidan many months ago, I took him to see a movie that I can’t believe I saw and would bet all the money in my bank account that I will never EVER see again. And that’s all I have to say about that.
Sunday night was once again spent with the Yankees book and my new U2 cd, which I can’t recomend enough. I also watched bits and pieces of the Back to the Future Trilogy shown on Encore. And now, at 1:30 a.m., here I am on the computer.
So, as you can see, nothing memorable about the weekend. Just a lot of mundane stuff. But I actually enjoyed myself. Everyone needs time to do nothing and that’s pretty much how I spent the past few days.
As for next weekend, with a stag party that I may or may not go to Friday and game night expected to return Saturday, and a new horror flick opening, I’m sure I’ll return to the world of the living….or I may go to Walmart and buy another book.
Ok, it’s been a week since the unfortunate passing of The King of Pop. I’ve held these back long enough:
This past weekend, while partying in Boston, a debate broke out about great sports movies. (At least I think it did. Memories after Midnight are spotty at best.)
If some sort of all-knowing being visited me and told me I could have the answers to 10 questions, here is what I would ask it.
