This weekend was rather eventful. Of course, it was Easter weekend, which is always packed full of chocolate and ham.
Friday night Milca and I were at the casa just kicking back. We have been playing gin rummy with some regularity. As a matter of fact, we have a running score sheet for the games we’ve played. We’re up to about 45 games or so. Our scores are in the 3000’s. It’s our goal to play to 1 million. She’s up about 200 points right now. You’d think she had already beaten me the way she beams about that. I’m typically competitive with just about anything, so when someone beats me at anything, there’s a big to do about it.
After a couple games, and a bout with the basilisk, I busted out the Star Wars game of Life. She was a human, I was a wookie. She went light side, I didn’t. That is usually my downfall as the end game is inevitably going to go to the good jedi. Even so, I can’t help but slip into the dark side. If it was good enough for Anakin, it’s good enough for me.
Saturday was Mike’s birthday party. Before going, Asha Jared and I met up at Jared’s. There I met his girlfriend, who I had yet to meet. She had a couple friends over. The 3 of them are deaf, and were signing like crazy. Signing amazes me. My hands are quick, but not nearly as quick as my mouth [instert perverted pun here]. Typically I get uncomfortable when people speak in some language in front of me that I don’t understand, but then they couldn’t hear us talk, so I guess it all balanced out. Language barrier or no, Heather and I conversed a la pen and paper. She’s recently gotten into the Harry Potter books, so we chatted it up.
Before we left I had some Jack Daniels, thanks to one of my favorite Jews, Jared. I love me some Jack. I don’t really drink anymore, so that Jack and the 2 cups from the keg I had at the party had me fairly toasted. The party was cool. I saw a lot of people I hadn’t seen in ages, and only one truly undesirable. The overall average was good, though.
Ahh, Jesus. This holiday is the most clouded of all the Christian holidays. Betrayal, lies, bribes, wrongful imprisonment, torture, execution, death, and ultimately ressurection. Where the fuck did the bunnies and eggs come from? Well, the pagans, but you understand the question should be rhetorical. Jesus died so we could all have chocolate and eggs filled with money. But then Christians have a warped sense of the world in general as is.
Milca and I hid about 100 eggs that had chocolate and $1 bills in them. That’s right, there was $100 out in the grass and bushes. My brothers each walked away with no less than $20 each. Assholes. All I got was a hardboiled egg that I colored the night before. I can still smell the vinegar.
This coming week my manager is on vacation, which means I have to work more. This is also spring break. Ironic, I was just thinking I’d never get a break.