I'm Half-Brain Dead, So You Get This

Hopefully all of you had good weekends, whether you're Americans celebrating by blowing shit up or not. I spent Friday afternoon helping Alex pack and move some stuff to his new place two hours away. I don't really feel like it's substantially bigger than his old apartment, but he and his fiance seem pleased. And they have a cat now, who has a perpetual skeptically raised eyebrow look going.

After we unpacked what we brought - not as much as Alex planned, since all his records took up more space than he anticipated - we tried to going to a nearby comic store, because he needed another longbox. They were already closed for the day. Which kicked off an hour+ odyssey of several repeated, then aborted attempts to return to his apartment. First we turned back to purchase alcohol. Then we turned back because everybody wanted pizza, so we had to go pick up the order. The high schoolers at the Little Ceasar's were not up to the challenge of the amount of business they had going, so that took a while. Plus, they forgot one of the pizzas, so then we had to wait longer.

Eventually we made it back, food was consumed, I watched them try to put together IKEA furniture, we watched Attack the Block again, because that movie rules. More John Boyega and less Adam Driver would have made those recent Star Wars movies 1000 times better, I can confidently say despite not bothering to watch any of them.

Spent a few hours at the pool Saturday, while it was overcast and surprisingly cool. We got the heck out when we could see the rain moving down the street towards us, so just in the nick of time. Wouldn't have wanted to get wet, after all. I felt vaguely dizzy and disoriented the rest of the day, not sure what that was about. Also got more sun than I expected, judging by the state of my shoulders.

Bought some food for the cookout that night. Most of the people in the store were wearing masks, though not all, naturally. Alex wanted to make some three-cheese mac & cheese, but the last cheese they tried was a provolone that was universally panned by everyone in the house as smelling like ass and have an awful aftertaste. Two-cheese max & cheese, then.

Watched Hotel Artemis again (still really enjoy that movie). Although Alex went and took a nap a half-hour into it. Some things never change. We went back to the comic store, but it was just about to close, so there was only enough time for Alex to grab the longbox, rather than scout the back issues or trades.

We didn't end up shooting off any fireworks ourselves. The fiance's parents have two small dogs who were freaking out enough from all the other people in the neighborhood shooting fireworks, it wouldn't have been wise to add to the stress. So we watched a movie I hadn't seen previously, that I'll get around to reviewing next week.

Had a quiet drive home Sunday morning, and spent the rest of the day trying to catch up on things I'd missed the previous day-and-a-half. Like sleep. Air mattresses are not the best.