WTF Weekend: Fake Dates and Productive Sundays

It’s Monday, it’s not exactly funday, you’re either back at work or you’re slaving away at something unfun partially due to the fact that you’re not awake yet or you just can’t get into the groove. WTF happened to the weekend and more importantly – WTF happened over the weekend?

It started Thursday when Emosweater declared to the world he needed a drink. Work had shackled his spirits down a bit so we invited him over to our place to imbibe a few beers and engage in merriment. I think my roommate was on the same wavelength because he and I came home with cases of quality beer and a shiny new bottle of Makers. It’s official: the economy is stabilizing, we have quality beer at the house. Goodbye recession beers.

One Fast Track and a Korean style tabletop barbecue dinner later, we were drunk off our asses and I awoke Friday morning on the couch. Natural alarm clock FTW; I still made it to work.

Friday was a struggle, but in true Office Champ form I kept all dizziness and queasiness to myself, complete with a smile and trudged through the day. I just wanted to get home so I can catch up on a tiny bit of R&R which was nerfed when a friend of mine showed up at the house insisting on getting something to eat. She’s a bit finicky with food so we walked around downtown Culver City when she decided Rush Street’s ambiance was enough to warrant a taste test. It’s a fancy pants sports bar. The food was ok but had some killer Happy Hour deals, $3 wells? Yes please. The place was packed however, a total date spot if you ask me. I started laughing when the server came by and lit the candle at our table. I’m not a date kinda guy so when I was trying to blow out the candle, my friend insisted that it stay on just to make me squirm. She enjoyed the fact that at anytime a friend of mine would walk in and “catch” me on a date. She was out to ruin my reputation. I guess it can’t be all that bad, she’s kinda cute and well, she paid for the food.

We managed to ninja parking validation from the movie theater (score!) and then picked up gelato affogato for dessert then headed out to Bigfoot West. I’d indulge in the details but the entire evening would sound like me describing a date and also a 101 on how to make other girls jealous, but that’s for another time. We hit up Bossanova at the end of the night for some late night eats and I was in bed by 4 am. For some unknown astrally torturous reason, I suck at sleeping in and was up at 7.

Saturday was literally spent watching TV all day and nodding off at every movie. I believe we went through the entire Aliens quadrilogy.

Sunday because of all the rest, Emosweater and I picked up coffee and donuts and had a work meeting. Unheard of if you ask me. It was 8 am on a Sunday completely of our own volition. We then went on to finish up chores and errands by 1 pm. Typically, we’re just getting up at this time. We picked up groceries to cook a late lunch – wow another “date,” bromance FTW, but lesson learned, American Supermarkets are not a substitute for Asian Supermarkets – then played catch up with a friend of ours who decided it would be fun to fill us in on her sexcapades of giant penises and exotic islands.

Granted it wasn’t the pool party, twestival, crazy DJ nightlife living that sketch was cruising with all weekend, but I’d say it was one of those weekends that was good for the soul.