I can’t say that it was anything overly exciting, it was just one weekend in September.
Saturday was strangely subdued. Our lunch group was severely dimished by the lack of two of our members. Jonathan came by my booth to inform me that he had a different schedule for the day, much to my astonishment; and James’ was the same.
To make it stranger, there was a distrinct lack of Kate and Natashia. I guess it goes back to what Rob and I were saying about the people at work. Sometimes, you just look forward to seeing them because it makes the rest of the day worth it somehow.
It was very simply very odd.
I passed the evening with Darya. She came to meet me after work and we went and had more ramen. What can I say, people, it’s frickin’ good soup! The weather is starting to turn, much to my relief. We have expectations of the September heat wave, but thereafter, it should even out soon. There are a few locations on my list of places to visit in the fall that are supposed to be beautiful. I wonder if the leaves turn colors here, considering there is a distinct lack of nature.
We watched episodes of “How I Met Your Mother” and decided that we couldn’t wait for the new season to start. It made me think of home and Monday nights at the Halfway House. It’s a damn good show. Legendary, even.
I think I figured out why I like the show so much; the chemistry between the cast members makes for one thing, and the continuity would be the other. “Vomit free since ‘93″ makes an appearance further on down the season, as well as the cabdriver from the pilot. Little things like that mean something to me for some reason. Probably because I’m crazy.
We spoke of a few things that night. There was questioning about going to the bar to take my mind off silly crushes, but there is always the ever present lack of courage. And the fact that the bar is in Umeda and I really don’t fancy taking a cab all the way back to Shoji.
Waking up Sunday morning was wicked easy; for which I was super glad about because usually I protest this. The work day was nothing special, pretty run of the mill. I’ve been teaching actual lessons again and I find that just plain odd.
Scottish Steve has joined the ranks of Fight Club, as a non-combatant, though. I met Steve through Natashia and he is Matt’s roommate for those of you who want a cast list. He’s pretty cool guy, reminds me of Shrek, but that may be because of the accent. He hails from Glasgow, so he says that his accent is more Irish than Scottish. Anyway, we’ve been seeing more of him lately and so it was decided that it was his choice for dinner.
We ended up at Royal Host, nothing thrilling or anything like that. Steve and I made a friendly wager about the location of said restaurant and which exit it was — he claimed 14, but I’d been there enough to totally know that it was 25. Guess who gets ice cream! 
Thereafter, we ended up going back to Mike’s apato for a lovely viewing of Airplane; dude, that movie’s classic! It had been soooo long since I’d seen it and I appreciate it so much more now that I’m older.
Stangely enough, even though we had eaten dinner like five seconds before the movie, I was hungry again. This was deemed a good idea so we went and got McDonald’s — hey, it made sense at the time.
We passed the rest of the evening eating french fries and talking in the Courtyard. At one point, we were laying back on the concrete, looking up into the sky, and Phil mumurs, “I wonder how much of Slayers downloaded while I was gone…”
The rest of us burst out laughing. Here we were, staring into the heavens and all its cosmic glory, and of all the provocative things to ponder, of course it’s perfectly logical for one of us to think about our geekhood.
It was pretty funny.
Oh! Speaking of geek, after work, I was signing papers for a swap with this girl Sabs. She asked me if it was okay if she worked Tuesday the 19th for me and I said, “Five-by-five.”
She smiled at me and said, “Faith.”
My respect for her totally went up as we talked Buffy for a while.
Wicked funny.
