I had a pretty horrible day at work on Friday, so my first act upon getting home was to make a gin and tonic, only to find that I had no tonic. Since the thought of a cool, tall jinnintoniq was the only thing that got me through my day I felt it was my mission, nay, my duty
to have that relaxing drink in front of my television. So, I did what any self-respecting modern drunkard would do -- I went to my favorite haunt to buy some ingredients.
They didn't have any diet tonic. They didn't even have regular tonic! They were in the process of a store reset and the soda aisle (where the tonic is usually kept at this establishment) was a disaster. Thirty minutes of searching and asking employees yielded still no tonic. In a huff of frustration I grabbed the few condiments I had located, checked out and bailed for my truck. The next stop was questionable, but all I could think of at the moment -- the Meijer station store across the parking lot. I can't say I was surprised that they didn't have the tonic, but it didn't help my mood any. At that point I had been out trying to find the key ingredient of my favorite drink for something like an hour and a half and I had nothing to show for it. Out of desperation I bit the bullet (and mentally prepared to have my wallet assaulted): if none of my favorite supermarkets or convenience stores had my tonic due to some sort of strange tonic shortage, I was sure the liquor store near my house would have what I needed at outstandingly high price-gouging cost. Swallowing my pride I drove over and jogged into the store. Five minutes of searching allowed me to locate the only remaining three bottles of tonic the store had. Thankfully they were diet (which is what I wanted) but it disturbed me that I was buying out this place's last three bottles after a nearly two-hour search earlier had netted several other stores that were out of stock. Is there some sort of outbreak of malaria that I was not informed of?
After I got home and mixed up the first of many drinks for the evening (using the tonic it took over two hours to locate and purchase) I chatted via AIM until the wee hours of Saturday morning with crackjackal
. Due to foolishness on my part I haven't really been in touch with Ashi much over the last few months and it felt good to remedy that. The topic of conversation was sort of a moving target, it kept fluctuating a great deal and touched on any number of things... but it was good. Sometime around 3:30 on Saturday morning, as I was preparing to haul myself off to bed, the jaql extended an invitation for me to drive up to Madison and visit. An impromptu offer to go hang out out for the weekend I didn't have anything planned on? I didn't even have to think about it. I begged for a few hours of sleep, after which I'd tend to morning chores and then head up North. I dragged myself out of bed after 6 hours sleep, took a shower, tended to the chores and threw some bags in the duffel. By 10:10 I was on the road and Madison-bound!
My Saturday in Madison consisted of lazing around the apartment, smoking lots of cigarettes, talking and watching DVDs. Ashi tried to show me "Alone in the Dark" but forty minutes into the film it became just too painful to watch (As the jaql said, Poor Christian Slater
) and we switched over to the fifth season of The Sopranos. We also went out to get some dinner at a local eatery after driving all around town trying to find an establishment that would let us smoke while we dined. Later that night found us driving around time again, this time looking for a FedEx/Kinkos that was open. I stayed up and watched more episodes of The Sopranos while Ashi worked on homework and various other art projects. Sometime around 4 or so in the morning I curled up on the couch, pulled the blanket over me and went to sleep.
The Clock was also reset to zero months, zero days. o/` o/` o/`
Today was quiet. Earlier Ashi had come down with some horrible plague of a cold and had been up until daybreak, so she slept late while I finished up The Sopranos, took a shower and did a load of dishes to pass the time. Oh, by the way, yotogi
? Remember how, during Thanksgiving of 2003, we were flopped out in the living room of Lori's place and you told me about Preacher
? I hadn't forgotten about that. I found a copy of Preacher: Gone To Texas that Ashi had in the apartment and read that from cover to cover. You're right, that's a damn fine book and I love when the Saint of Killers first makes his appearance. Gonna have to go buy me that series, because now I'm addicted. Although jaql, if you can find what we talked about before I left, I'd love to grab a copy.
Tomorrow it's back to the grind at work, but at least I had an enjoyable weekend to help refresh me for the next five days. Thank you again, jaqlomgthing.Everything will be alright