sunnyside

[habiliments]

I've been spending a little too much time in a funny place in my head lately. Despite the overall Monday-ness of today, I'm trying to remember all the other things - to restructure the narrative, so to speak - to shine the light in the brighter corners. There are so many. The weekend was so full of goodness, from drinking at Billy Ray's (and playing a half-dozen games of Monster Bash) before the Superchunk show on Friday through an unexpected "Come over!" text last night. S. is in town, so everything is funnier and more rambunctious, and no double entendre is left unturned. Superchunk was amazing. Saturday night's small show by a Portland band turned out to be packed, lively, silly, a little drunken; Sunday, we had lunch at S.'s dad's farm half an hour away, where we watched the guard dogs gnaw on a dead sheep and I got to pet a horse or three for the first time in years. Last night, Jackass and post-movie beers at my favorite bar. I'd spend every Sunday like that if I could: a handful of friends, a movie and the random conversation that ensues afterward.

My cup overfloweth. The stories are muddling and stirring around in my head; the anecdotes will tidy themselves up later in the retelling. Tonight, a show; tomorrow, fencing; Wednesday, hopefully plans with a new friend; Thursday, drinks and fighting over who gets to review which fall movies with JB; Friday, S. and I are taking off for Crater Lake, where he's never been. I hope the surface trail is open, but I'm not holding my breath.

There's too much work, there's not enough focus, there's never enough time. But I'll make it work.