MONDAY HANGOVER: "Omnia Illa et Ante Fiebant, Omnia Illa et Rursus Fient"

Ahh, Monday. What can I say but, "that weekend went by pretty quickly."  In actuality, though, it felt like a long weekend, probably because I ran the gamut of emotions from Friday to Sunday.   After last week's long week, which had me feeling everything from new lows of work-related despair on Tuesday to my first inklings of confidence and acceptance on Friday, by the time I had no one to go out and play with on Friday evening, I was emotionally exhausted and mentally wiped.   And that never turns out well.

 

I sufficiently wrung Z's arm enough to get him to go out with me, but when I felt myself falling right into the depressing monotony of the single-life rut, I think about six weeks of "adjustment period" stress finally broke through.   Which was, perhaps, a good thing. 

 

I'm such a seemingly hyper-emotional person because I spend so much time suppressing them, that when they blow, they blow big.   Friday wasn't that bad, but it was bad enough, so I did what any sorry-sack sob story would do: I ran home.

 

After helping out Aunt Paulette around her place, and watching a downright excellent (and nearly tear-jerking) episode of Galactica, I retreated to the Knor Hacienda Fortress of Solitude in hopes of hanging out with the hometown boys.  Though it just turned into another installment of "Me and Z" vs. the world, for some reason, I found considerably more comfort in that on Saturday than Friday.   I think because there were certain levels of randomness to the evening, like finding Wilbur's bonfire field party devoid of human life, yet full of alcohol (to which I helped myself to a portion), and simply meandering our way through Westmoreland County as though it were back in the day, everything felt okay.   Or maybe it was the dancing ladies and Beam and Ginger's, we may never know.

 

In any regard, another strong PSU showing, another big Stiller win (this time replete with TWO Hines TDs) and some QT with Gooder (who can suddenly throw a SWEET football pass) had me feeling refreshed, recharged, and refocused heading into the week.   On top of it all, I got to both have a good talk with Nic and also my first long chat with Kup, both about absolutely nothing, in a good long while, making the stars feel a little more in line with one another.  

 

..having a date Tuesday helps, too, I imagine. 

 

All-in-all, the weekend came and went, yet so much happened.  And somewhere through it all, maybe I'm starting to get through the "adjustment period" and am now heading towards "Whatever's Next."   In the meantime, some quick thoughts:

 

1) I'm headed to the ballpark the next two nights. I'm finally using my Rain Check tickets from back in May tonight to check out The Rocket's first ever game in Pittsburgh.  Exciting stuff, I'm hoping he strikes out 28 batters.  The Sprouts and Z will be in attendance with me.

 

2) I'm headed to the ballpark tomorrow with my long lost DCTV'er, Christi. She's making the trek up from Morgantown since she's not been to the Ballpark all year.   We have a common enemy in the Pitt Panthers (who suck! Woot!) so I should be in for a good time.

 

3) The Best 30 Seconds of Television this Year happened at the end of the NORTH CAROLLLLLINNNNNA/ New England game yesterday, I hope you all got to see it.   After Brady failed in his bid to become the first NFL player to score an 11-point touchdown (which the announcers made seem like a mere formality) with about 2 minutes to play, he trudged to the sideline, and like a true leader, sat on his bench, ran his hands through his finely clipped million dollar locks, and hung his head.  Meanwhile, the announcers said NOTHING. It was dead air of Tom Brady, heartbroken and distraught, with his head down, resigned to defeat and awaiting the arrival of The Almighty Belechick so he could suckle his coach's teat for comfort.    

 

I wish I would've taped it.

 

Maybe I'll get another chance next week? Here's hoping.

 

4) From Uram (clearly recovered from his maniacal turn last Monday night) "The Keystone Superbowl is back on."

 

5) Admit it KLE, when the Blackbird was named "Laura" last Friday, it got a little dusty in your room. It definitely did in mine, Aunt Paulette's, and my dad's living room. That's some damn good television, there.

 

6) They showed the Brady Moment on SportsCenter.

 

Happy Monday, my peeps- I'll try to get the next edition of The Spotlight up for tomorrow, but I wouldn't bank on it—there's a LOT of editing to do, and I probably won't have time tonight.

 

Until next time, I remain,

-apk