Home Alone

I spent this weekend home alone for the first time as Bethany left for sunny Arizona to attend conference. It’s strange having no one around. Initially it’s somewhat peaceful, but then after a few hours it gets incredibly boring and I have to exert significant effort to motivate myself to complete my tasks for the day. Here’s a recap of what I’ve been up to:

• I settled down at a table at The Joshua Tree on Friday night with some friends. While it’s always nice to sit down, my back was to the crowd so I didn’t get to do much people watching, but a guy I see two or three mornings a week on the train ended up next to us. It’s funny because, “I know that guy”, was the initial thought that goes through my mind, but that quickly gets followed up with, “Actually, No I don’t.” It would still be fun to walk up and try to guess what his name would be….until he kicks you in the groin
• Also, judging by the excitement and loud singing at the bar I have a strange feeling people under the age of twenty five think Don’t Stop Believing by Journey is a new song because they heard it on MTV’s Laguna Beach. Also, have you noticed every show on MTV has included a montage or dance number to One, Two Step by Ciara (with Missy Elliot)?
• -Saturday, I had some wedding homework to complete so I sat at my computer enjoying the loneliness as I fired up my iTunes and hammered away at my keyboard. At one point, I caught myself screaming out the lyrics to This I Promise You by N’Sync and came to the conclusion I did not qualify as being alone because the three guys in the apartment above me could definitely hear me. For the record, I also hope they enjoyed my performance of Starship’s Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now and Jessica Simpson’s With You.
• -It’s errand time as I made my way to get my car inspected and to be honest I didn’t really think anything would come of it unless I failed like I did last year because a parking light needed to be replaced. As I walk in the door and find two guys in front of me, an employee who looks like the manager takes my keys and credit card from me. He proceeds to jack up the front of my car, look under it, have me sign my receipt, and sends me off before the cars of the first two customers are finished. The best I can come up is he became confused as to who bribed him, I will have a $3,000 additional charge on my credit card come Monday, or I will die in a horrible crash because I handed my keys over to one of the mentally challenged brother of one of the real inspectors who tagged along with him that day.
• -While watching TV at night I hear a suspicious sound and spend the rest of the night spreading tar on the stairs, heating a door knob, tying paint cans to ropes, and fleeing to my tree house to avoid two wanna be thieves who look suspiciously like Daniel Stern and Joe Pesci.