Recently, I read a blog all about "A Day In My Mind," and it got me thinking (which is kind of what blogs are set to do, right?). If someone were to spend even one day in my mind, seeing things as I see them, experiencing things as I do, and knowing what I know... I think they probably wouldn't survive. This past weekend, one of my best friends (KG) came down to Leth to visit and such. I cleared my schedule as much as I could, and tried to get her involved with everything I couldn't dump or avoid for three days. She was down Friday, Saturday and Sunday until around noon. Bearing in mind that I had cleared my schedule to the best of my ability, allow me to let you have a glimpse of what this 'relaxed' weekend looked like:
[Leading up to the weekend: First off, I'd been planning this Christmas party with a girl from church, and despite how excited I was about the event itself, I was having one heck of a time trying to find all the hours I needed to plan/prep for it. Wednesday, I was at CP by 7.30a to let the prep crew in, then from 11-1.30p, B and I went shopping for all the decorations etc that we'd need, then I worked 2-10p. Thursday, I was at CP by 7.30a again, ran some errands I'd been neglecting for the past few weeks, then was back at work 11a-8p, went grocery shopping for the party the next day from 9p-11p, went home, and began prepping the food. When I was totally spent around 3a, I collapsed into my bed, was awake by 5a, and back at CP by 6.30a with all my food, to use some of the equipment I needed, but didn't own. Officially began working at 8a, when the prep crew showed up, and continued to work until 4.15p, when KG came to the restaurant to pick me up. And this is what the actual 'weekend' looked like:]
Friday, 4.15pm: Still at work, watching the hands tick by the seconds that have passed since KG got here. Slightly freaking out because I'm 98% sure I've missed something important for the party, and can't figure out what it is or how I can fix it. I have a bad feeling about tonight.
4.25pm: After signing off with KK, BG, and JS (who doesn't even know/care what's going on), I'm finally allowed to leave! I'm changed in about 3 minutes (a personal record, for actually changing out of my full uniform), and out the door by 4.30.
4.33pm: Arrive at the church, only to find we're locked out. After a few minutes of knocking, DK lets us in, and I proceed to look for SB (who told me she'd be there, but never answered her phone). We find her in the basement, and all is well. After B arrives, fashionably late and fabulous of course, we set up and create as perfect an atmosphere as possible in the drafty church.
5pm: KG and I leave, so I can go home and shower (and not smell like a dirty kitchen man, thank goodness). We get to my house, and I hop in the shower after some quick introductions, as TB was home at the time.
6.20pm: A little late in leaving, but will still get there on time, thankfully. Until B sends me "Could you pick up some ice?" via text. Sure, why not? The hostess is allowed to show up fashionably late to her own party, right? So we get ice, then head to the church.
6.40pm: (10 minutes after party was scheduled to start) I'm in the middle of setting up, and finally realize what I'd been forgetting...crackers for the hummus dip and bruschetta I'd made! Shoot. So, KG and I haul ass to London Drugs, execute the most perfect 5 minute shopping trip ever, and get back to the church ASAfreakingP.
6.50pm: Finally, I can breathe, relax, and enjoy my party! I pull off my coat, hang it up, set up the rest of my food, and mingle (stealthily avoiding JR, who isn't wearing the ugly plaid suit like I thought he would). I look around and honestly can't believe how many people showed up! This is AWESOME.
9.30pm: We're in the middle of cleaning up (picking confetti off the floor, dumping juice down the sink, etc...) when I hear people talking about going to a movie. What a perfect end to a perfect day! So we all finish cleaning quickly, and converge around Fish at the computer. We decide on The Tourist, I think, and all head out.
9.45pm: We all get to the theatre and find out that the new Narnia movie (which wasn't listed on the website, for the record) is playing at 10.05, so we change our minds and decide to see that instead. As I'm paying for my ticket, I realize that it'll end after midnight. Ah well, too late now.
10pm: We all pile into theatre 10, and settle ourselves into our comfy seats and sexy 3D glasses. I'm not sure exactly what time it was, but I definitely fell asleep for a small portion of the movie (bearing in mind that I've been awake and running for the past 17 hours), then when I woke up, had absolutely no idea what was going on for a few minutes. Luckily, the movie was easy enough to follow that I fell right back into the plot in no time, and didn't fall asleep again (during the movie, anyways).
Saturday, 12.30am: KG and I finally get home, and are just getting ready for bed when TB and MW come home and start watching tv. KG had been planning on sleeping on the couch, but wanted to go to bed asap, so I gave her my room. I'll bet she was alseep 10 seconds after her head hit the pillow.
2am (I think?): A long, long time after my vision blurred because of lack of sleep, TB finally went to bed, so I crashed on the couch about 3 minutes after MW left. I'll bet I was asleep about 10 minutes after my head hit the pillow.
7.28am: After sleeping through 2 alarms, KG wakes me up, and tells me that it's 7.30. We had planned to leave at 7.45. Crap. Well, I haul my sorry butt out of bed, and stumble around, grabbing things and getting ready at the same time. (Needless to say, I was unhappy about sleeping in.)
8.05am: Make it to the restaurant, only to find that TR actually showed up this morning. Lovely. Also, I realize after telling KG I'd be 2 minutes, the prep charts aren't done. Super. So I rush through them as quickly as I can, sorting through the catering stuff from the night before ('Holy crap, was that only last night?!'), and it takes me about 20 minutes to finish, grab my ipod (which I'd forgotten in my haste to leave yesterday), and leave. 2 minutes = 20 minutes, right?
8.30am: KG and I arrive at the college for Rum Ball Making Day for the CCFCC, and settle all in and stuff. After I guzzle a coffee, refill, and slowly finish the next, the day begins and passes in a blur. Until noon, that is.
12pm: After some calculations, ChD and ChS told us that we would have ample leftovers, so we stopped making rum balls, and began packing them all up, so people could take their balls and leave.
1pm: It's quickly dawning on us all that we're not going to have enough product to fill our 104 orders. (That's 2 496 rum balls, if you were wondering.) We try to remedy the situation, but end up failing miserably, as the last 3 batches we had made either contained too much rum, not enough cake crumbs, or some freak combination of the two. (Which, considering the fact that we'd all been sampling the rum all day...maybe not such an accident. Whatev.) So we all pile into the refrigerated meatcutting classroom (with a consistant temperature of 3 degrees) and roll the balls as fast as we can, but they're all melting into little puddles right before our eyes, and we're getting frustrated. ChD comes in around this time, and asks if we're okay with spaghetti for lunch. Obviously, after being there for 5 hours and only consuming coffee and rum, and given the chance to warm up as none of us can feel our fingers anymore, we answer with a resounding YES PLEASE.
2.30pm: After a delightful (hot!) lunch of spaghetti and meatsauce with spicy Spolumbo sausage and the expected sit-around-and-tell-kitchen-war-stories time, we head back to work.
3pm: ChD is quickly getting frustrated with the rum puddles as well, I can tell that the day is far from being over, I'm starting to feel the 7 hours of sleep I've had in the past 48 hours, and I choose this time to collectively decide for myself and KG that we're done for the day.
3.30pm: We head back to my house, and each dive head-first onto our respective couches, and settle in for a well-deserved nap.
4.05pm: My phone rings. However, before I answer, I fling myself off the couch and down the hall, so as not to wake KG, who's still sleeping. It's KK calling to see if I've seen his wallet. I haven't, he curses a few times, we hang up, and I go back to my couch. I'll bet I fell asleep within 15 seconds.
5pm: AK calls for some fashion advice, and I decide that rather than fling myself off the couch yet again, I'll stay put for the conversation I assume will be short.
5.30pm: AK and I finally hang up, because she has to go to her staff Christmas party for her new job. By this time, I'm in my room, so I go back to the living room (hoping for more nap time), only to find that KG is awake. Oh well, if I'd slept more, I won't sleep tonight, and that's probably the last thing I need at this point. KG and I hang out for a while, then we collectively decide we're hungry and head to Cheesecake for dinner.
7.30pm: We make it to the restaurant, and are told that we have a 20 minute wait for a table. KG wants cheesecake, so we wait. We chat/people watch until our table is ready, and have a delicious appetizer, dinner and dessert. 'Twas quite lovely when all was said and done.
9pm: KG and I finally head home, and fall into our respective beds for the night.
Sunday, 9am: KG wakes me up yet again (since when do I sleep in?!), and we proceed to get ready for church. BG informs me that he'll be coming to church, too, so I'll have two shadows following me around. Sweet.
10.06am: We get to church, find BG, find seats and settle in. We're sitting quite a bit farther back than I usually like, but they're new, so I go easy on them; the huge speakers sitting right in front of the stage aren't always the most fun for people who aren't used to them. By the time people realize that it's me sitting with the new kids, they begin giving me weird looks (which I didn't expect at all), and the weird looks get even more awkward when JR looks out from on stage, sees BG next to me, and I see a flicker of pain in his eyes. Whether either of us likes it or not, I can still read that man like a book. (Which is the subject of another post, another day.) I introduce BG and JR after the service, so as to clear up any confusion they have about one another. I can tell JR still likes me, and it makes things so weird between us. KG leaves.
12pm: We (the Lunch Group) head to the mall for our traditional after church group bonding, and proceed to be ignored by EP (who's on the phone with her fiance, then someone looking for an iphone, then her fiance again, then a friend), and creeped out by BG. Altogether a memorable lunch.
1.30pm: BG and I walk to work, open, close and leave by 9.20, and I'm home by 9.30.
Monday, 1am: Which brings us to now. Would that be a relaxed weekend for any of you, I wonder?
And why am I still awake at 1am, do you ask? The answer is quite simple, actually: when I write, I completely lose track of time. I had originally intended to write this in an hour, but as I look at the clock now, I realize it's taken two. There are worse things that could happen, so I'm pretty okay with it for the moment. When my alarm goes off in 4 hours and 56 minutes, however, I may curse the writing bug. I guess I'll sign off for now, but I hope to write again soon! (...ish?)
Keep fit and have fun!
-L out.
And all we know is that things aren't getting better,
So we both hide out as we weather out this storm.
Until we both find hope, we will make each other suffer,
So we go our seperate ways, and hope our paths will cross.
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