Yesterday (Saturday) I didn't sleep in. I actually got up at a reasonable time, which is an absolute miracle when my wife isn't home. It's really hard for me to actually wake up in the morning when she's not around; my brain doesn't process that I should wake up if she's not also waking up.
However, post-surgery me usually has to get up early in the morning to go to the bathroom, so that probably helped some. A lot of some.
Anyway, I spent Saturday at home working. Working on a lot of work stuff, but also on a lot of fun stuff. I looked up the Ukulele chords for "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" so that maybe someday I'll be able to play it as well as Bradda Iz. I drew. I went to MSM II Deli and got a six-inch American sammitch (that store has some of the best deli sammitches in Tacoma). I played some Animal Crossing.
I worked and generally relaxed, and it was very nice.
Then I drove down to Fools Play and was actually the first one at the theater for once, so I set up all the heat stuff. It was really frikkin' cold that day (it was frikkin' cold all weekend, come to think of it, while Carrie was off in Tucson where it was in the mid-70s all weekend). The show was exhibition, and it was really a lot of fun. I did a tribute song to "Yannick," the short man with golden teeth who defended a small village from maurauding wolves—by biting them with his golden teeth—at the cost of his own life. We also did a vegetable-themed Jamboree. I hope some of the stuff sounds good recorded, because I was unuasually "on" when I was singing. I think I might have actually been in key sometimes.
After the show me, my brother, Sandy, Mathias, and Devlen went to The Ribeye (by the way, check out that link; it's a journal where Sandy, Mathias, and Mike review diners), where there was also Leia and her posse. The table next to theirs was too small to handle our group, so we moved one farther away. They could have moved to take the table we vacated, but instead chose to remain in the far beyond. That's okay, 'cause Teh Jake appeared and ended up sitting there with a couple other peoples.
Then I drove home. Shocking, I know, but I've never been one to care about what the neighbors think.
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Sunday, February 05, 2006
Something Saturday
posted by Christopher at 9:09 PM 
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