am i turning into one of those?

today was the weirdest, most spontaneous day. well, i guess in some sort of way it was.

it began by taking tom's vehicle to be washed... then to the airport to pick him up. he called yesterday to say he'd be home. he, like me, got fed up with the lack of management with n.c.l. if they were to get their shit together, they'd very likely be a highly competetive, profitable company.

anyway... from the airport we headed to cowtippers where craig joined us. juan was working so i got to see him, too. always nice to see him.

the day was gorgeous so we headed over to atlanta's cruisiest of cruisy places... ansley mall starbucks. the conversation was rated r. rather typical. haha.

the day wouldn't have been complete without hitting the park, which happened to be beyond capacity. it's one of the few times i've seen atlanta look like a real city.... i mean, i know it is a city but so many people here drive. you don't walk down busy sidewalks and you dare not ride a bike on the roads with these idiot drivers.

there were families out... couples, both gay and straight... friends... all kind of people. it was nice.

then... we decided to come home to watch latter days and the oscars. craig wanted pizza so we went on a wild goose chase for it. apparently, the pizza hut that sits on the corner of piedmont and north avenue is not the pizza hut listed on piedmont road that the friendly sprint operator gave me.

so... we get there to pick up the pizza, which, of course, is not there. we try to find the number but banitta didn't know it. turns out, it's at lindbergh so we head over there. t minus twenty minutes until oscar time.

guess what? they screwed up one of the pizzas. it went from a hand tossed meatlovers to a pan pepperoni and mushroom.

ten more minutes. the oscars have started.

at home, we eat and watch the oscars but the room is a bit weird. of course, there are five very different souls in the room but it's an interesting mix. tom is sunburned and exhausted. jamie, like me, was into the show. craig and denny were whispering and talking. i was reading the newspaper during the commercial breaks... (i didn't realize that the deal with the braves and renteria went through. bad me.)

i'm not complaining at all... it was very fun. but in the middle, i observed all these things. i also realized that some people don't know you're supposed to be quiet when i'm watching television, which i rarely do.

so, now everyone has gone home. jamie called to let me know he's back in soga safely and i'm wide awake. the coke i'm drinking can't be of help.

i'm surprised no one has commented on my last posts... but it is the weekend. perhaps yours has been as wild and crazy and hectic and fun as mine.