TIP OF THE WEEKEND (pun intended): unless you want your penis to feel like a semi-detached salami which has only a cursory relationship with the rest of your body for hours afterwards, do not use condoms that have "climax control liquid." it's Benzocaine, a numbing agent, the same shit you put on canker sores to make them stop hurting. and it's wrong, just wrong.

other than a "pins and needles" dick, the memory of which still makes me shudder, my weekend was quite nice. Yve had me over for delicious pork medallions and conversation (complete with a trip to the surprisingly lovely downtown of Pleasanton) on Friday night. it'd been far too long since we'd shared time and space and i felt quite happy to have her back around. of course, it was my fault. i disappear sometimes. it's my modus operandi. nothing personal. thankfully, my friends understand and seem happy to have me back when i do show up again. i hope they know i miss them as much or more than they miss me. i just forget to leave the house sometimes.

i headed home kind of early because i'm old (more on that later) but it was a very nice was to finish off the work week.

Saturday was my day. i had no obligations and when anyone tried to lay some on me, i dodged them deftly. spent the morning looking up houses online and generally goofing off. talked to my grandma on the phone for a bit. felt guilty about not going to lunch with her. talked to my mom on the phone. was reassured that i need not feel guilty. went downtown and bought a watch (the second in two days), an AM/FM antenna for my receiver so i can listen to ballgames without the fuzz, some underpants, a pair of biking shoes, a Camelback, and a new saddle for my bicycle. ah, spending sprees. wasted the rest of the afternoon half-asleep on the couch with the game on the radio.

that night, Dennis had his party and i arrived with six six-packs of beer, a disco ball, and no costume. i forgot the "A Night At The Playboy Mansion" theme. not to worry, though, so did pretty much everyone else and i felt pretty confident that what i was wearing was exactly what i would have worn had it actually been the Playboy mansion. so there. the party was enjoyable, though i was tired of everyone talking about the same boring stuff ("isn't the government awful? yes, the government is bad. and that war stuff!...") and kind of missing Corinne, who was off at an Indian wedding in Cincinnati. i snuck into Dennis' bedroom around midnight and fell asleep like the old, boring man that i am. drove home around 12:30p, with Terra along for the ride, and crashed.

Sunday, woke up late, did some cleaning, and then went to exchange the saddle i'd bought for a slightly better one. the guy gave me shit about not coming to the front counter first and instead going to grab the other saddle. i guess he thought i could have come in and grabbed both saddles and tried to screw him. but, "i got a good vibe off of you," he said. whatever. i just dropped $200 at your store. fuck off and take back this saddle without giving me shit. actually, i was quite nice about it but i totally thought it was lame.

on the drive back home, i got a call.

"WHERE ARE YOU??" Corinne whined.
"i'm driving back," i laughed.
"WHY AREN'T YOU HERE??"
"i'm coming home now. i'll be there soon."
"ok. HOW LONG UNTIL YOU GET HERE??"
"five minutes, maybe ten."
"ok. get here soon."

i guess you had to be there. i was already in good spirits, looking forward to her coming back, enjoying the sun. but that just made my day. ah, girlfriend, you are the best.

she's also a little crazy, it turns out. or maybe the Indians put something in her drink. either way, it was an amusing return. she was giddy and all over me, neither of which i minded a bit. we (ahem) lounged at my house for a bit, then took off to eat and look at houses. saw a few good places, and a few places that were either ridiculously small or ridiculously over-priced. (over-priced means anything out of my price range.) also went to look at some eyeglasses for me. yes, old man Sean needs glasses. my 20/20 vision is no more. it's weird trying to pick out frames. they so alter the way i look, each one giving me an entirely new personality. we decided it was a good first step but that i needed to "educate" myself more. the first pair of glasses are always the most difficult to pick out. or so they say.

having done quite a bit that day, we decided to go to Harry's Bar on Fillmore for drinks and sliders in the sun. ate those and drank that, then went to the store for dinner supplies, and back to my house to veg in front of the TV and each our foragings.

and that pretty much concluded the weekend.