Holes to Heaven

So, no real stream of thought conjoined to form a whole complete idea in this post. No this is more or less just a catch-up or a documentation of my cavalcade of adventures this weekend.

Friday evening was jolly good, as me and several of my mates decided upon catching up over a few pints at a local pub in downtown Columbia. Pretty uneventful, but nevertheless overdue. We had to get pissed earlier than we are used to as the season premiere of BSG was due to come on @ 10PM that evening and seeing as how we are all quite the “geekiest” of lads, is was not to be missed under any circumstances.

Seeing as how I was still getting my girlfriend caught up on it all by re-watching the prior 3 seasons on DVD throughout the month we have the new episode baiting us on the DVR. My lady and I couldn’t have anything keeping us up too late because we were supposed to have a big weekend out of the state.

I was supposed to go to New York City but in lieu of a lost cat, we were forced to opt out of that idea. Instead I spent most of the day Saturday schlepping around some of the finer ravines and forests the inner-city of Baltimore has to offer in hopes of finding a cat that wishes for nothing less to remain hidden.

After woeful partial condolences of a lost cat from friends who rushed to our aide to locate the absent animal, my girlfriend and I decided to call it an eve and get some shut-eye. I told her that I would sleep down in the living room by the front door so that if the cat came back in the night, I would hear him and let him in. Her, being the great gal she is decided to do the same so there we were. Nestled up on the couch and love seat, listening to the sound of the rain coming down, trying to filter out sounds of muffled “meows” all the while trying to rest our weary eyes and tired bones.

Then, at quarter of 5 in the morning, my girlfriend jumps off the loveseat to find her cat and a local neiborhood kitty engaged in feline conversation, nonchelantly lying about on the damp concret of our porch.

HE HAD RETURNED! The Prodigal Cat had come back, making for a happy sat of humans as no further stress or worry needed to be displaced by the thought of a “Street-Pizza-Kitten.”

We all headed upstairs and allowed ourselves the luxury of sleeping in and gently rolling into a Lazy Sunday.

After catching up on a few more back episodes of BSG (we are knee-deep in Season 2.5) I headed off to the shops to pick up a few things that I wanted to get for my toys. A new Apple keyboard and Xbox rechargeable batteries and a charging unit would assuage my woes of missed road-tripping and lost kitty syndrome.

Since I was going to be back in the area, I rang one of my mates to see if we could meet for lunch after all of my running around. He said it sounded like a great idea, after he had hit the gym, so we made plans for a late lunch and drinks in his neck of the woods.

I seem to always forget why I hate the people of Columbia so much, that is, until I get laced-up in the traffic there. Columbia is the home of the Non-Driver. You can also forget about getting parking near anything that you want to get to.

While I was mildly daunted with dealing with the doldrums of Cloumbia for the better part of the afternoon, a cold pint of ale and a nice hearty deep-dish pizza were in order for me. Two things have never gone together better on a cool, spring day.

After filling myself way more than I should on pizza and beer, I decided that it was time to go grocery shopping. I decided in-store that it was time for me to shopper more health-conscious, and start treating myself better.

Both of these ideas seemed to be quite popular and highly capitalized upon, as my trip to the market took quite a considerable chunk of change from my wallet.

One of my better purchases were Breathe Right nasal strips, as I tend to have a hard time breathing through my nose at night, which forces me to toss and turn regularly, thus pissing off the sleeping girlfriend who lies next to me. Last night was one of the better nights of sleep that I had, and being able to breath properly come morning time was quite a refreshing experience.

All-in-all, I had a pretty good weekend and am hoping with what I have done to set myself up for the next two or more weeks will allow things to get only better.