First of all, I put all that work into my latest religion post, then I suddenly realized I needed to do laundry. That kept me up until 5:30am or so, but at least I now have clean sheets, and the pizza sauce has been removed from my bathrobe.
Then sleep. I woke up around 12:40pm, and started on that whole "waking up" exercise that always takes me several hours. By some miracle, I made it to moahb's housewarming party only half an hour late at 3:30pm.
I had planned to leave for my parents' place at something like 4:00pm, but instead I had a drink, and a shot, and didn't head up there until my head felt clear at 5:00pm.
Still, the usual pleasant dinner with the 'rents. I even did a couple of semi-useful things around the house.
I left there at about 10:00pm, and tried to zoom back down to Noah's. I was hindered by a fallen tree at almost the very bottom of Gist Road. After about 15 minutes of pushing, pulling, shoving, and throwing random broken pieces of wood over the edge, I had enough cleared off for a car to pass.
I suppose I should count myself fortunate that cars coming the other way didn't show up until I was back in mine. Especially this guy. I don't know if he was drunk, or just inherently stupid. Given the pseudo-offroad kinda-pickup SUVish thing he was driving, I suspect the latter.
I mean, I don't know about you, but when I'm driving a dark, narrow, mountain road, and find myself approaching a car that's parked, shining its headlights in my face, and flashing its hazard lights, I, personally, slow down. He hit the brakes barely in time to miss the tree, swung out, then discovered at the last minute that I was too close to the other end of the tree for him to pass. I had to back up, and then he still couldn't seem to figure out how to get around me, so I ended up squeezing by him, past the tree, and on down the mountain.
I called my dad to see if he could get in contact with the correct authorities about the tree, but for some reason couldn't get the concept across, and gave up. If the county doesn't get it, I'm sure someone up there needs firewood.
Then several hours at Noah's, hanging out with the crowd, being all amused by the drunk roommates wanting to go to the Brass Rail around the corner, then even more amused when they came back upset because it's just a bikini bar.
That broke up around 12:30am, mostly when Noah went to sleep, so I dropped by the bar to say hi to the hard-working timenchanter. OK, the kinda-bored-by-inactivity Timmie, if I'm going to be honest.
Left there at 1:00am to hang out at home for awhile. Timmie wants to go to the IHOP on north 1st, and should be picking me up shortly for that purpose.
Life ain't too shabby.