The Mystical Adventures of the Faux-eonix

So, I had sort of a crazy weekend last week. I realize it's odd that I choose Thursday to begin writing about this, but I had been toying with the whole idea of switching my journal over from myopera to livejournal that I just didn't.
Plus, I think I needed some distance from the dreamlike quality of it all.
So, I had last Friday off (as was painfully obvious by the final 4 (ee gads!) entries in my journal. I cooked (for the first time in months, something other than pasta) and cleaned (with a real broom and not on my hands and knees) chatted with friends who were at work and generally relaxed and enjoyed the time to myself. My friend, Obsidian was scheduled to arrive from DC around 8:30. The Germanic goddess and I went out for yummy Mexican (the second best mole sauce EVER!!!!) and then picked him up. We all went for a pitcher at Rudy's and hung out, the Germanic goddess' god, Pauchen beckoned for her at home so the two of us stayed, catching up and eventually, stumbled home.
Let me just tell you. The man can snore. If you are one of Obsidian's new roommates, let me warn you right now, invest in some high-quality ear plugs. When the man drinks, the walls shake.
Needless to say, I didn't sleep very well, but I still found myself up and ready to go at 7am. I read for a while and then we both showered and went to breakfast. My intention was to take him to the Yankee Doodle, but he was hungry and didn't want to wait so we jogged over to the Educated Burgher. I ordered sausage and was greeted with a plate of meat. Obsidian had an omelette with a few different kinds of meats inside and even managed to eat some of my plate of meat. For those of you who just can't get enough breakfast meats, the Educated Burgher is apparently the place to go.
But I digress.
We then walked around for a bit while I was in search of my book club book (there is that damned book again). You have to understand my relationship with this book. And, while I say that, this post is now going off into a completely different direction than I had initially thought it would.
Anyway, the book. So, a few months ago, B-girl told me about this book she read that she wanted me to read because there was this part in it that she disagreed with the rest of her book club about. I asked if the book was good, she said no. So I asked her why I would read it. Her response, to tell me that I'm right! So, a few months later, when she set up our book club I had the brilliant idea of telling her she should pick the first book since she was hosting and had organized us all.
What did she choose?
Yup. The book. The Autograph Man by Zadie Smith. A book, btw, which EVERYONE I know who has read, says sucks.
Anyway, we went in search of this book at the (Insert University Name Here) bookstore. They didn't have it. So, we went over to the local posh & snotty store around the corner and what do you know, not only did they have it. They had it in hard cover for $5! I was in luck. Sort of. I had, you understand, tried to get this book through the library. I had recalled it a month ago, to no avail. I had requested it through ILL, but had yet to receive it. Now I had it and now I had to read it.
(Side note: The book arrived through ILL yesterday).
Anyway, I got my book, Obsidian got one for himself and we sauntered back to my place to get picked up.
The Germanic goddess, the art lady, Obsidian and I went up to Mountainville, NY to go to Storm King. Storm King (despite it's kind of cheezy name) is an outdoor sculpture museum. The purpose of the space is to celebrate the relationship between sculpture and nature. The park is 500 acres of lawn, fields of oats, barley and alfalfa and woodlands. The sculpture is all post-war and has some truly incredible artists including my new favorite artist, Richard Serra. The space is undulating hills, surrounded by the hills of the Hudson Highlands. It's a truly beautiful place. I can only imagine how the light changes the entire landscape. I would love to go back in the Spring. I might skip the summer, too much open space, I'll turn tomato-ish.
Anyway, we drove back in the art lady's bug and went to dinner. We had Mexican. Again. It was super yummy and we were all starving that we didn't care that we all spent $7 on a Margarita. Granted, it was a damned good Margarita, but $7? In Colorado where we drank many, many glasses of good sipping tequila, we NEVER paid more than $5 a glass. Granted, we were ladies in a place where ladies usually didn't frequent, but still. $7!
I compare this to the $14 Cosmopolitan I once had. Super tasty and well made but not something I would pay that much for again.
But I digress.
On our way to dinner, two of my friends (b-girl's husband and Komos) called from a trip back from NYC. "Hey!" They said. "Wanna meet up for drinks?" "Yes." I replied. My friends didn't want to wait an hour for them to get here to eat dinner, 500 acres of hiking around plus 5 hours in the car makes folks cranky. So we went to Rudy's. Again. Not that I'm complaining, Rudy's is my favorite bar in town. It pretty much rules.
So, we met some of Komos' friends from the area, played the "Do you know" game. At which, I failed miserably because I work in a hole. And I'm VERY bad with names. Anyway, had ever so much fun talking about the ridiculousness that is teenaged girls at the Death Cab Show (Komos was my partner in crime at that one). And went on and on about Storm King. I might think, if I didn't know me, that I was drunk at the time. I was not. Unless by drunk you mean punch-drunk. In which case, yes. I was. :)
Well, Komos and B-girl's husband (I will come up with a better name for him soon) went back home and Obsidian and I went back to my place where I showed him Heathers which he had not only never seen but had never heard of. I ask you, what is this world coming to, I have now shown this film to 3 people since I moved here. I will change the world one by one with viewings of Heathers.
Anyway, woke up in the morning to a rainy, dreary day. I dragged Obsidian to go and see The Graduate. He had never seen that either. Another awesome film that all should view. It's a little bit of Romeo and Juliet (not just the star-crossed lovers bit, but the obsessive compulsive behaviors bit, which I often feel is neglected in the retelling). A little bit of Lolita and a whole lot of truth about human nature. Anyway, after that, Obsidian took me for Indian buffet at Shalimar which is located in an old diner building. Very cool.
We went back to my place, finished Heathers, watched some football and then he left.
I thought I would spend the rest of my Sunday relaxing with my cat. My cat, btw, who answers to either kitty or her former name but not her new super cool one. I wish to call her Saturninus, or Saturnine but she doesn't respond. She does, however, respond to Sativa. As in Cannabis Sativa.
Instead, I went to bed.
That concludes the report of my crazy weekend, which, now that I retell it, isn't so crazy, but makes me sound crazy by my many MANY digressions. So, perhaps, isntead of crazy, I should just say fun and cool and a little weird.