My weekend started off on Friday night. Walter and I were going to go shopping at the Home Depot around 12am, they’re open 24 hours. Around 9:30, it started to rain. Then around 10:30 we touched base and decided that there was really no point. I hate it when a plan doesn’t come together but just this once, it felt like a smart move to forget about late night shopping for hardware.
Saturday I woke up around 9:00, the damn sun was shining into my eyeball like a Megatop Phoenix*(*Big Audio Dynamite album title, I don’t know why I used that, it just sounds cool). I probably could have slept until 11. I’ll never know. My breakfast was a 99-cent bottle of milk and some brownies. No matter how you look at it, that’s sweet living. I finished re-watching Buffalo ’66 and couldn’t help to notice that the end scene was similar to a scene in Boogie Nights. Both scenes take place in bakery/coffee shops and have similar dialogue. I looked online but I couldn’t find anything that connected those scenes. It was probably just a coincidence. That was my super-nerd moment of the day.
Around 12, I decided to go to the Home Depot. I enjoyed looking around. I was walking down the toilet aisle and walked past people I thought I recognized. I made eye contact with the girl but I got the all too familiar vibe of ‘why’s this big jerk looking at me‘ and I quickly turned away. I walked down the aisle a little more and it was really bugging me, I think I know these people. I turned around and said, “Excuse me, are you guys from Hoboken?” Then everything fell into place. It was Steve and Lis– I bought their car a few years back, the same car that was destroyed on Late Show a couple of months ago. Crazy! I haven’t seen them since we made the car transaction. I said it before and I’ll say it again, they’re good people. And I don’t want to jinx anything but I think they’ll be expanding their family soon. Good for them.
After the Home Depot, I drove into the city to drop something off at work. The traffic was crazy. But my Jeep navigated the urban jungle quite well. Those damn taxis were trying to get the best of her but she was having none of that. I really think a new muffler is in my future. I don’t think she’s getting rid of the exhaust gases properly. I drove down to Walter’s place because he’s hasn’t seen my new ride yet. I was going to give him a ride but I was really low on gas. Do they have gas stations in Manhattan? Yes but I really wanted to get back to NJ before the traffic got all crazy. I ended up in traffic for about an hour. An hour to drive 6 to 7 miles, excuse me for a second, AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! I HATE THE URBAN JUNGLE!!!! OK, I’m back. Thanks.
Oooooo, you know what I forgot to mention? I was going to put my laundry in my car and do it later in the day but as I was walking by the laundry mat something just came over me. I said screw it; you’re not doing your laundry this weekend. So I just dropped it off. It was such a freeing experience. It’s the first time in eight years I haven’t done my own laundry. I’m glad I gave myself a break but next time, if there is a next time, I won’t drop off all of my sheets/bedding – lesson learned.
Later that night — I picked up some Chinese food for dinner and watched Punch-Drunk Love. The Chinese food was good but the movie wasn’t so hot. It held my interest but in the end it just all seemed unnecessary. Boogie Nights is Paul Thomas Anderson’s best film. However, I did like Adam Sandler’s performance. For the movie watching experience I picked up a bag of Chex Mix. The bag read Peanut Lovers’. I said to myself, hell, I’m a peanut lover, what could be better than a bag of Chex Mix loaded with peanuts? I open the bag and a foul smell immediately catches my attention. Everything in the bag is peanut flavored, with a list of ingredients a mile long. What the F@#k?! Horrible, horrible, horrible.
As I mentioned before, all my bedding was at the laundry so Saturday night, I slept on my comforter, in my front room. It wasn’t that bad and the sun insured that I wouldn’t sleep my day away. I woke up, watched the Sunday morning political shows and ate some Frosted Flakes. Then I started cleaning things. That went on for about 2 hours and then I had to get a shower. The plan was to go to the theatre to see T3: The Rise of the Machines. Before I left my apartment, I turned around and said to my cats, “I’ll be back.” Ha ha ha ha ha – get it? — “I’ll be back“, the tag line from the Terminator movies? Come on, give it up, that was funny! Oh well, they didn’t get it either.
I thought it was a decent summer movie but it didn’t really do anything to help the Terminator franchise. For originality’s sake, the first Terminator was brilliant. And T2 was almost as good. They didn’t need to make another one. Damn Hollywood greed! I didn’t take any photos this weekend, so here’s a photo of T3. 
I had some Mexican food after T3. Then I picked up my clothes and ironed them. And then I cleaned my bathroom. That was about it.
So that was my weekend. Have a great day.
Stay gold,
Bob