Wonderful Weekend Woes

Weekends should never have to end. The previous one doubly so.

Why, you ask? Well, maybe you didn't, but you're going to learn anyway if you continue to read.

Forrest came down. I always enjoy it when he does. He came for the Jonathan Coulton concert at the Birchmere on Thursday. What a wonderful coincidence that it corresponded with Memorial Day weekend.

For the rest of the weekend, the poor cars must have gotten sick of seeing Virginia. I had to work on Friday, but everybody else went sailing with Laura. Saturday, the Mini got to see both IHOP and Great Falls, VA. No, we did not drive the Mini into the IHOP, though it probably would have fit. It had to wait outside.

We also saw Star Trek, which was very awesome. It was like a masterfully played chess game. It took the future, full of old people, and turned it back on the past, full of young people, entirely changing history and paving way for remaking the original series (if the creators so desire). Just poetic in its execution.

The Girl's car also got to see Baltimore. Sunday, we went to Brew at the Zoo, which was nice in that we got to try a lot of local brews. Subsequently, we returned to Amanda's and began brewing a vanilla porter.

I really wish the girl hadn't been sick. I felt as though she was just chauffeuring us all over creation this weekend. She maintains that she didn't feel that way, and that she had fun too, but that doesn't change my supersensitive inhuman ability to feel things in a way that always makes me feel guilty or lessens my enjoyment.

Despite that, it was an awesome weekend. It ended on Tuesday, of all times, with Forrest and me playing Smash Brothers. I can imagine no better end to it. And with that, I take my leave.