It’s about 3:08 on a Friday afternoon, and I’m getting anxious about the two and a half days I have before slinking back into work. I’ve got hours of driving, interacting with family, a dinner date, a completely separate hook-up, a steak to cook, and a handful of Netflix to watch and DLC to play. But first, I have to see to my iPod which has started to ring the slow death knell typical of modern technology – It’s working just well enough for me to realize how hard it is to live without this completely unneeded shit. I’m sure you’ve been there before. Your device functions but is a pain in the ass and/or doesn’t function completely/correctly. As such, my iTunes not only didn’t sync, but it DID delete all but one song from my iPod and I didn’t notice until I was checking email at work. So first things first – I’m heading back home to try to get some kind of entertainment for the drive ahead.
4:30 PM and my iPod has finally started updating. I now know a way to fix my current problem and (hopefully) get a few more months out of this thing, but don’t have the time to do anything about it. So I pick a couple of podcasts and a band or two, load them to my iPod with MediaMonkey, take one last bathroom break and hit the road at 4:45. Fuck. That means I’m going to be thoroughly entrenched in Maryland’s legendary traffic for hours. On I-95. Through Baltimore. Heading to Philly. Great.
It’s 7:14 PM and I’m finally in Pennsylvania. From my condo to my Dad’s place (which isn’t actually in Philly, just near it) is about a two and a half hour drive. During the holidays, I can really pick magic times when the roads are empty and have made the drive in about two, one-forty-five at best. Because of some well paced hauling ass and traffic avoidance, I’ve managed to keep this from being the three hour trek that I was expecting. Soon after, I’m eating Dad’s great cooking. Lightly breaded, fresh-caught cod. Fresh grilled summer vegetables. Green chili stew. Damn, it was good.
I got to catch my Aunt Michele and both grandparents from my Dad’s side. She came all of the way from Minnesota, and the grandparents came down from Montana. They are all great and it is great to see them. Grandma, as always, is the sharpest knife in the drawer. A fake hip and a fake femur haven’t managed to slow her down. My aunt is training for a half-marathon, and she looks it. Grandpa busts up some serious political analysis. Then it’s story time, and I even hear a few about my Dad that I didn’t know. He’s had a pretty hard life, but a lot of it is pretty funny in retrospect.
It’s now about 10:00 PM and I gotta start heading back. The old man says I should just spend the night, but if I don’t get back home tonight then all of my remaining weekend plans are screwed. Midnight, I stride through the door. I drink some water, check my email, and pass out in front of cartoons on my couch. It’s morning and the next few hours will be spent mostly doing chores.
I’ll spare you the gritty details (and my strange present-tense writing) from my pair of rendezvous but instead offer a Cliff’s Notes version. The date = massive disappointment. Even the food was sub-par. It’s a local (I think) Italian place that I suppose is better than Olive Garden, but worse then what any idiot could do at home. It lasted too long and made too little progress. I won’t be scheduling a second date, but at least it got me out of the house for a while.
The hook-up = meh. Not bad but not great either. She was pretty hot. Not really hot, but pretty hot. Like a 6.5. In bed, she was more like 3 – 4. She was impressed by my ability to get it done, which usually amps me up, but not this time. This time, I felt like she was only impressed because her previous times in bed have been shitty – likely the reason she was so shitty. And then she stuck around so long. Also, she brought my favorite booze. This would be rad, but I’ve been avoiding the booze a bit lately (weight loss). Bringing me nummy booze is a pitfall. We also ordered Chinese from a place I’ve never tried. Most of the food was pretty good, but the hot and sour soup was terrible.
The steak = fuck yeah! The marinade was perfect. Booze, olive oil, Worcestershire sauce, crushed garlic, fresh ground pepper, fresh basil and rosemary, splash of soy sauce. Pull out and salt both sides liberally. Onto a hot cast iron skillet with the grill-ribbed bottom for a little under two minutes. Flip and stuff under the broiler for about three-four minutes. Rest the steak on a wire rack. De-glaze the pan with the booze and pour the yum-yums that come off into a stainless steel. Medium-high heat on the drippings, add some of the marinade, more herbs and seasonings. Reduce to a delicious sauce that sticks to the back of a spoon. Green-beans on the steam. Damn, it was good.
I didn’t watch any Netflix, and I didn’t get to that DLC. I did play a bit of some MW2 and Halo: Reach, but didn’t really hit anything I wanted to. And once again, I’m more tired coming out of the weekend then going into it.
tl;dr – I’ve had a busy and only slightly successful weekend. The steak was good.
Oh, and don’t let me forget to talk about the strange Friday from a few weeks ago. The password is hook-up + I locked my keys in my car.