The Continually dependent Progression of Events

Going to bed early tonight is a result of a late Saturday night. A late Saturday night was made possible after a quiet Friday night. The quiet Friday night was a result of fatigue due to a relatively busy Friday and a late Thursday night. I could take this all the way back to 1989 if I had the time.

- It took me three tries to get out of the hometown tonight. The first try featured me remembering that I left my glasses at the house as soon as I hit Interstate 894. The second try was aborted when an internal alarm clock went off without a snooze option. The third try got me back to my apartment. Wasting hours is overrated.

- One advantage of living in a building with minor age-related quirks that aren't worth bothering the landlord is learning how to fix things. I now know how to replace the flapper. No more broken chains. No more toilet tank hand baths.

- This restaurant was visited again on Friday and I found an amazing dish: Ribeye meat cooked in ranchero salsa with beans and rice. I'm determined to visit this place again without office people around me.

- Staying around the house among friends/neighbors on a Friday night might become the tradition. It's served me well in recent months and I like having an entire saturday free of tiredness and/or hangovers.

- My Saturday night as told through pointless excerpts from conversations:

Cellular Phone Circa 7:57 p.m.:

ME: "It's Ed."
NT: "Oh hey what's going on?"
ME: "Just wondering if tonight's plan is still on."
NT: "...yeah, we'll be there a little after nine..."
ME: "Okay, I'll be there between eleven and nine"
NT: "Uh...okay."

A few hours later at the watering hole:

NT: "So this guy called me and asked about the plans tonight...I didn't know who it was and he said he'd be here between 11 and 9. I have no idea who this person was...it was kind of scary. I'm a little freaked out."
ME: "That was me."

Circa 2:29 a.m. via cellular phone as Chingy was being involuntarily blasted into my ears:

STV: "Where are you?"
ME: "I'm at 'Tai's till 4'"
STV: "Hahahahahahaha!"
ME: "I'm in hell."
STV: "We're eating burritos."

Parting exchange circa 4:14 a.m.:

MF: "Oh shit. It's late. I'd love to stay to see the end of this movie, but-"
ME: "Yeah...I think he graduates."
MF: "Oh yeah: Triple Lindy. Graduation."
(Name that movie.)

We're only ten days into the year and things are getting more fun in these parts with all the toilet fixing, piano playing, and taco eating going on.

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