Ok, that “see y’all Sunday night” bit at the end of the last entry must’ve been a metaphor for something completely unrelated to actually writing something on Sunday night, because Sunday night was driving night.
You know that scene in Empire Strikes Back where the rebels are fleeing Hoth because Vader’s troops are invading, and the PA system blares “the first transport is away”, and everyone cheers? The sound guy missed out on a large section of the extras who were no doubt muttering “about time guys, we’re scheduled on the last transport and those AT-ATs are getting closer.” Picture Hoth with a beautiful lake, a rebel alliance of 15-20 people, a transport that can carry 6-8, and an invasion army of a “wake up it’s time to go to work” alarm, and that sums up the end of the holiday.
The rest of the time was great though. I swam in a lake. Mostly I floated, but the consensus is that I’ve graduated to “pollywog”. I also discovered that I’m happier in Hawaiian shirts, because once I put on the trappings of civilization on Sunday, it was all downhill. I’m not sure what that means, but maybe when winter comes I can start wearing shirts with palm trees on them under a sweater and no one will be the wiser. For now I’ll have to settle for palm tree underwear, although I’m a bit frightened to think where I could even find such a thing.
Unlike some people, I don’t really have any amazing stories to tell. It was a weekend away from here, a weekend where pants were optional, and a weekend that ended on Monday, as weekends are known to do. Tonight I’m going to take full advantage of the VP submission backlog and kick back with noodles and a movie.