Saturday~ sleep until 2P, then a walk down to Fordham with the terrier. Some idiot rode his bicycle through a red light, causing a man on his motorcycle to have to lay the bike down and slide through the intersection.
The terrier and I were standing on the corner by the papaya shop, where they are still bragging about bringing back by popular demand either the full meat hot dog or the .50 hot dog.. I'm still not sure which it is...the idiot on the bicycle slams to a halt next to us, looks at the motorcycle lying in the street, cars honking their horns and people shouting and says,
"Um, you ran a stop light and that guy almost killed himself missing you."
"Yes, you fuckwit. I'm sure."
"Damn. I am a fuckwit." And he took off.
The guy on the motorcycle was okay, no statement were taken, as his bike wasn't insured... I brought the terrier home and then went downtown to meet my friend C for dinner, pick up movie candy and we went to see 'Once' . Brilliant film, lovely film, a film of love and music and hope and... it's a film you should see. I'll leave it there. Then, there was.....oh, right.... more sleep.
Sometime during the day on Saturday, a notice from Gateway via my email that my battery is fubar'd, and to call in to have it replaced. Great, except most of the time, I can't start my computer because THE BATTERY IS FUBAR'D. Thanks for the email, though. The recording when I called offered to bypass the long wait on hold and log in at www.gateway.com. I would have done that, except THE BATTERY IS FUBAR'D and I can't log in. A new battery is currently on the way. I find if I plug in the system, and tilt it to the left.. I swear this is what I have to do... it works for a bit.
Oh, yes, and a date.
I. Had. A. Date.
With a very nice man who turned on his air conditioner even though the weather wasn't that hot because I love cold air...who let me nap because I was that tired....who had my favourite juice...who gave me a backpack to carry the laptop and all my assorted and sundry items so I wouldn't have to lug two bags around anymore... a funny man who continues to be a very dear and sweet and who allows me to give him a hard time about his Weather Man voice. Level, calming and deep.
Yes, Sunday was a good day.
Yes, I was home before ten.
Yes, I napped alone.
What, you were expecting something saucy?