Day 1: Waited all day for the cable guy, afraid even to go in the shower in case he came. As usual, he showed up with five minutes to spare in the six hour window I was quoted. During the six hour wait I ate an entire package of Oreos. When he finally did show up he was clueless and no help whatsoever. I offered him a can of Coke and he was visibly angry that I didn’t have diet. Day one completely wasted.
Day 2: Woke up with a pounding headache. Bought a new home theater system and spent seven hours trying to hook it up. Two more trips to the store for extra cables that cost almost as much as the system. One trip to the liquor store that was well worth it. Went to a Mexican themed party and ate a lot of shit with ground beef, rice and beans. Hosts put on a home video of their latest vacation and turned off all the lights. I debated making a scene about the video and the banality of all participants. Choose to leave quietly instead without saying good bye. Took my bottle and slammed the door loudly. By 9:00PM was in safe harbor on my couch.
Day 3: Woke up with the running shits. Spent another five hours trying to hook up the home theater system, in between running to the shitter and lying on the couch moaning. Watched hazy TV and steamed over hours lost setting up home theater incorrectly. Had insomnia and debated the value of my life for several hours.
End report.
"Any weekend that doesn't involve getting kicked in the balls is to viewed as an unmitigated success." - SnoozeBob's Rules of Life, #85
OH God, Mexican food can do a number on some people, a few years ago one of the bands I play in was in Saskatoon at the latin festival, they had a bunch of leftover Empenadas (ok, it's Chilean food, but whatever), the band ate a pile of them. The next day the Chileans in the band all had the runs but the Canadian guys in the band (the 2 trumpet players) were fine and dandy.
Ok, this comment had little point.