D to the O

Every once in a while, I have a dorkier weekend than usual.

(a) On such an occasion, I might forego even considering a night out with people at the bar in favour of a quiet night at a friend's house watching DVDs. This week, it was at Ted's, and it was time again for the one with a degree in film studies to show me something new. The first was Gatchaman, a decades old anime show he enjoyed as a kid back when my aunt was still babysitting him. After that, it was Woody Allen. We started it off with Sleeper, and ended it with Bananas. Good fun, especially when I haven't enjoyed good slapstick in quite a while.

(b) It's also inevitible that I'll stay up late anyway, reading Rolling Stone and playing Mariokart until 4:30 in the morning.

(c) I'll sleep in. But to any time you'd generally call sleeping in. Just until 9, then doze until 11.

(d) I'll lounge for a while, checking the internet and reading, until New Scandinavian Cooking is on. They don't seem to be showing it anymore. You missed out.

(e) Staying at home and catching up on work isn't dorky, but this weekend I went over to Michael's house and we baked cookies while playing Mariokart wirelessly. He shows me the harmony in his new cover of Radiohead's "Subterranean Homesick Alien" and I play right-handed chords on his guitar. He plays The Beatles' "Something" on his baritone ukelele. I drive him and Shani somewhere on my way home.

(f) Saturday night at last! Time to go out, right? Nope. I've got to work tomorrow morning, and I went out last weekend anyway. It's time to listen to Sonic Youth and try to convince people that they really are that awesome. Go buy Sonic Nurse, it's fantastic. Believe me this time.

(g) Sunday doesn't count. I just listen to more Sonic Youth and gossip about characters on Grey's Anatomy anyway.

Just kidding. I do this every week.