Saturdays off? Niiiiiiiice.

I've worked weekends since October.

Please take a moment and let that set in.

Alright, so there have been some exceptions. Correction, exception. Easter. But by god, not having a Friday was killing me.

Not anymore though! Oh ho ho no. My new schedule gives me Saturday off. 50% of my weekend is back! Since I didn't have either day off, this is infinitely better than before. I'm so excited to have a (real) Friday night and not just me sitting at happy hour, buzzed and writing at a table by myself, texting people to come downtown on a Monday night. (For those of you who got those text messages, I apologize. I had Tuesdays off. But no, "It's monday, dude" is still not a good excuse.)

And so what happens on this Friday before my splendiferous weekend? Everything right. I had fantastic classes today...covered a lot of crap that I never get to talk about because it's such obscure stuff that even Mr. Wizard turns in his grave and mumbles "geek" when I explain it. Then, I leave work to be standing in radiant sunshine, 90-degree weather, and the evening approaching with reckless abandon.

Brilliant, Portland. I love your teaser trailer of Summer.

So what will I do with my night now? I have no idea. Go downtown. Without a camera I think. I almost knocked a girl off her long board yesterday because she stuck her hands up in front of her face to block the picture and luckily fell towards the sidewalk just in time and avoided the busy traffic had she fallen the other way. She really did not want her picture taken. She berated me for not having asked for permission and how blah blah, yak yak...all I could think in the moment was how her crooked, pointing, accusing finger would make a great picture. But my mother snapped into my head and said "what did I teach you?" so I apologized and went on my way.

I walked up the street and there was an awesome VW Bug under the trees. I mean, fantaaaaastic shape and so I grabbed a picture with the trees hovering over the car. Next thing I know, Long Board Girl rides up and and tears open the door on the car and throws in her long board and I mutter something stupid like "oh that's your car, this must look weird" but I trailed off by the end of the sentence like 12-year old apologizing to someone they don't want to and immediately I punched myself in the face for saying anything as she sped off.

In retrospect it was brilliantly funny after about an hour and a beer. Take that, hippy, long boarding, VW driving girl who I creeped out with my photography! Chalk one up for the awkward team!

And, before you blow me up like Timmy, Mr. Wizard, know that Bill Nye (although entertaining for how uncomfortable and seemingly emasculated he is because of his show) will never replace you.

...oh, and because I can...










/muahahah

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