Good girl gone Madison

So here is a play-by-play of my weekend, sort of.

It started on Thursday. After work I went got get my phone. I got to playing around with it and my texts weren't getting through to people. The only part of my phone that worked was the phone calling part. Go figure, cuz it's a phone. A-duh!! I thought that perhaps I was a Blackberry Dumbass and there was somethin special to do but I wasn't finding it. Before I go too far let me mention first, that on the way back out to my car after the phone purchase, I managed to open the car door into my fucking nose and broke the damn thing. OUUUUCHIES! Now I find myself itching it only to be wincing and stroking it afteward out of pure pain. Yowzahs. After the phone thing I went shopping and got some new pants and shirts. Whoopdeedoo. Moving on.

Friday came too early for my liking but it was my own fault for choosing to pack on Thursday night instead of Wednesday or on Thursday BEFORE my whole four hours of work. Right...8 came and I was out of bed showering. Then I took off for Walmart to buy some shampoo and stuff...after which I went to Cingular again to get the fucking phone thing straightened out. Terrific. Turns out my sales person f'd up and put the PDA media package on instead of the blackberry package *blackberries are apparently special and have their own thing goin on*...now my shit works. Only Andrea dropped it so now I'm tempted to see if they can order a new phone casing. It's brand new and the fucking big ass scratch on the screen is annoying the shit out of me. After Cingular I went to the DMV that to my delight opened at 9. I got a duplicate license because I had been turned down for alcohol on two occassions because my license was vertical rather than horizontal. Though they cannot legally turn me down because of that, whatever I can do to make the alcohol purchasing a faster process, I'm all for it. So I got a new license and the guy at the DMV was trying to tell me that it shouldn't be a problem. Yah, well I don't fuckin care. I gave you my four dollars, give me a new goddamn license, ass hole. It's your job. The whole ordeal was a longer process than it should have been but Tim Sturtevent came to my rescue. I know the guy and he told the dude I was right and that he should not give me an hassle because I'm not the idiot he was proclaiming me to be. It was very disturbing to me that our dmv is full of dumbasses. Never the mind, I got it taken care of. Turns out I only needed it once while in Madison as I was only carded once. Wahoo! I drove up to Madison to arrive shortly after noon. Pulling into the Pippitt driveway I started randomly swearing because I had forgotten to cut flowers from the garden for Cat, and the book I wanted to hand off to her. Though she still hasn't touched The Secret so perhaps it's best to wait, anyway. I got me a good hug and we schlepped up to the Stop N Go for some bus tickets, as we didn't want to fight over who wasn't going to be designated driver...haha. Drinking started around 4 in the afternoon with the Beer Advocates group at Maduro. After about two beers each we decided to hit Natt Spiel because it was a bit too loud and cramped for Jimbo and we were all hungry. The food was amazing. We ate slowly because we were sharing each others' plates. After each bite I wanted to stop because I wanted to keep that taste in my mouth. But...then the other food was calling so we just ate and ate. So good. We gave many thanks to the cook. Good fellow. We found a number 3 bus to take us to Atwood where we would find the Glass Nickel after at least a half hour of walking in the right direction...turning around because we thought it might be wrong...finally calling 411 and finding out we were right first but hadn't gone far enough....all of that for a beer. It went down really really well after all of that tredging around matresses and shit laying in the sidewalk to GET to the bar. We took the 3 back to the square and the 70 back to Middleton. At that point I had a very terrible headache and wasn't being good company so I called it an early 10:00 night.

Woke up Saturday morning feeling as brilliant as ever, but it was a rough night. Cat felt grainy in the morning so we opted out of a bike ride on an iffy battery...and tried for some Frisbee Golf. That was a no-go...so off to the market for more weird beer, though there was more than enough waiting at home to get sufficiently shit-faced, if you will. We packed up some bread and beer into a cooler and drove to Devils Lake for one of the most magnificent days I've had in a very long time. We chose a shaded picnic bench for some good people watching, bread and sausage, and six beers. Haha...oops. After we had finished all six beers and the food, we put the cooler back into the truck, and climbed our way up the bluff to Balanced Rock. It was a wonderful seven hundred feet or so up in a relatively short amount of time. Jim got some brilliant photos and just before we got to the top, I suddenly couldn't go any further. I said so, and they happily obliged to a turn around. I made it another hundred feet or so before I needed a break. My legs were shaking so horribly (possibly from lack of nutrition) that I felt uncomfortable going on without falling from rubbery legs. It was a very odd sensation I had never felt to such an extreme before. We did climb pretty fast and I'm ashamed that my otherwise reliable legs let me down, but we did what we had to in order to make sure we got down safely. I was sorry to turn the whole group around on account of me, but they did not mind. In fact, they were proud of me for speaking up and saying I couldn't go on if I wanted to get back down. I was glad for that because I felt horrible about it as we were so near the top. I would have gladly waited while they climbed the rest of the way and came back for me on the way down. They weren't havin it though. They wanted to stick with Rin-baby. I felt very very loved and Jim was very concerned so we took the trip down at my pace. Which, may have been slow but as I was so unsteady, each step down had to be with sure footing. I had hoped that up on reaching the ground again, my legs would de-wobbletize themselves, however they did not. It felt like learning to walk again. My knees would randomly give out, and if for a split second I was still rather than taking a step immediately after the other, my legs would shake terribly agian. That proceeded into the night but I managed not to complain about it any further as I felt horrible for causing any sort of ordeal in the first place, and I am not generally an on-the-spot comlainer. That is not the kind of attention I want to attract. We made a fantastic supper of grilled pizza with toppings like tomato, red pepper, taso (I haven't a clue how to spell that), cheese..ya know...just stuff. We had some Boudin to nibble on while we made the Palenta and Broccoli dishes. Uh-maaazing. With proper instruction, I can be a pretty awesome kitchen hand. I pretty much made that Broccoli thing on my own and it was so wonderful. And delightfully simple, as well! MMmmm so good. It was all delicious. More beers followed later that night when we switched the Packer game at half time, to Time Bandits. A ridiculous film that I'll probably never watch again, ever, but admittedly enjoyed while we watched it. Before bed, Cat declared herself hammered, and halfway through brushing her teeth, got the hiccups. It was hilarious. I tried to get a fabulous hug that I can only give, and get from her, and all the while she was hiccuping and giggle loudly in my ear, so I gave up. Oh well. She was so funny. She ran into the wall once,...and while I was brushing my own teeth she made a point of standing in the bathroom door...and I happened to turn and watch her just in time to see her bra come flying out from under her shirt. She proceeded to scratch the hell out of herself and I laughed so hard I had to spit out the toothpaste to keep from doing a toothpaste "spit take." Haha! Sorry if that was too much info for anyone, and Cat, should you wish for me to take that bit out of the blog, please tell me, and I'll gladly edit that bit out.

Sunday morning I woke to sunshine. Cat had herself another hangover. I watched some of the Sopranos with her while Jimbo mowed the lawn. He hopped into the shower while I got all of my stuff together and packed it up into my car. Cat gave me a hug and a flipper-oo of the cars so i could get out, and I was on my way. My calves aren't sore until I stretch them out. Pushing on them, they are fine, it's the stretching that is painful. Do not mistake that for complaining. Sore muscles rock. I welcome the soreness of muscles. It means you worked em good n hard and burned a fuckin shitload of caloris and toned muscle, all at once. Brilliant. I got home and met Omar...a foreign exchange student from Turkey. As it turns out he is a pretty decent volleyball player and we had fun with him. We decided to play at the mill pond, so we could jump around in the water in between games. It was lovely but I was only good for two games. I was planning on doing more but that second time of going into the water I just couldn't get out. It was too refreshing and I got to move my legs around in a way you can't do unless you're under water. I drove Omar home *grandma and grandpa have him for two weeks. they are his welcoming family*. I sat there with them for a half hour, and then headed tot he bowling alley for the Sunday Couples meeting. That starts in a few weeks already...the Sunday after Labor Day. Oh joy. After that I headed to the ballpark to spend my last Sunday evening with Leanne. It was the championship playoffs night. Last week they had four games to determine what four would proceed to this week. There were two games to decide who would play against each other for the final game, so two teams had to play twice tonight. The team I wanted to win, didn't...as their pitcher was WAY off of his game. I have never seen such a horrible pitching performance and I felt bad for him. He pitched about 15 runs in one inning....13 of which were walks because he couldn't pitch a damn strike. Poor guy. He lost it and they tried a couple of other guys at pitcher. It's alright...there is always next year. The team that won the championship game is new to the league this year so that was a bit exciting, but a bit of a downer as well. I wanted the other team to win. I know half of them...two I went to school with, one was a father of a classmate, and one other was a brother of that classmate's father...and a few others I knew, as well. It's alright. It's a game without any cash rewards or anything. Leanne and I are going to have the remainder of this month as a break before bowling season starts up again. What a long fucking season. I'm both dreading and looking forward to it. Most of the looking forward to part is because State was so awesome that I can't wait to do it again!

And now for something completely different...*forgive me, I stole that line from Monty Python...my nose hurts and I just sneezed about four or five times and I have now have a bloody mess to clean up. I'll talk to yall later and I hope you enjoyed reading about my delightful weekend. I hope I will have some pictures to post soon, but until then, this will have to do! Night everyone, and have a good week!