The Raid With The Crystal Plumage
We hit up the usual Mexican food place that we seem to gravitate towards when Morris is in town, then tried to stop by the apartment to grab something until Morris realized he'd left the keys in his vehicle back at our house. I drove us back to the house where I deposited the wife and Morris, who were going to run back over to the apartment and then deliver the cable modem back to the cable company before doing God knows what for the afternoon.
Having found some new stuff at the Big Lots in Odessa yesterday afternoon I decided to hit up our location here and see if anything caught my fancy. I was pleased to turn up a few odds and ends, then headed back to the house to see what the Yorkie was up to. After she greeted me happily I settled into the Office and worked on the blog and other general interweb travels for most of the afternoon. The wife texted to let me know that we'd evidently missed another six boxes of books that were piled up around a different corner that she got rooked into helping Morris deliver to a charity bookstore. This naturally irritated me, as I was hoping that her role in this moving process was finally fucking done when we moved that crap last Saturday, but here we go again. And I know that the wife decides her own level of involvement in this type of thing, but she's also not the type to just point blank say "No, I'm done with this nonsense." either. "Good luck."
The wife got dropped off around 5:00 or thereabouts and grabbed a shower, since we had dinner plans at 7:30 this evening with Morris, Anastasia Beaverhouszen, Kno1 and evidently The In-Laws had also been invited after the wife and Morris visited them this afternoon. I decided to try and squeeze in a re-watch of The Bird With The Crystal Plumage since at least two different podcasts had coincidentally decided to cover it on the same week.
As things shook out I was only able to watch about the first hour and change of the 90 minute film, so when we had to leave I was slightly annoyed, but what the hell, I kinda did that to myself. I drove us to what I thought was the restaurant only to have the wife tell me that no, we were going to a steak place further across town, which tells me that I was really drifting in and out of the dinner plan discussion earlier in the afternoon, because the last thing that I registered hearing them mention was Chinese food. I then drove us to the right restaurant, where Anastasia and Kno1 were already on the wait list, because the place was packed to the gills on the typical small town Friday night.
We were soon joined by Morris, then the Mother In Law and her Beau, and finally Morris' buddy ST. I was feeling weird as hell at this stage, as my vision of the night had skewed completely by this time, surrounded by the local yokels waiting for a table and streaming in and out of the restaurant to grab schooners of beer while they waited for a table; I don't know why but the whole scenario kinda made me recoil in horror for no discernible reason. The Beau and I bullshitted about television viewing and what he and the MIL had been up to, then he and the other fellas grabbed cocktails at the bar to pass the time. I have actually been stepping back from the booze just because I feel like I've drank like a fish for most of the Summer and could use some time to 'dry out' a little bit, in the parlance of the '60s. Don't worry, I'm not shaking if I can't get a cocktail, I just figure I don't want to make it a habit. It's like the coffee/caffeine thing; I like to cold turkey it from time to time just to make sure that I can.
We had a good meal that actually arrived in a fairly timely manner even though the restaurant was packed, everyone visited and caught up, then we finally called it a night, inviting the folks back to the house if they were so inclined. The In-Laws had split for home by this time, and ST begged off, as he has to work in the AM, so Morris went to run one final errand and then meet us at our house. Anastasia and Kno1 followed us to Barnes & Noble, where we grabbed a coffee and poked around for a few, then we headed back to the house.
The ladies visited in the sitting area while Kno1 and I chilled in the den with some television, then I decided to throw on The Raid, as I figured a subtitled action flick could easily be enjoyed while the women could yammer to their hearts content, as we didn't have to worry about hearing anything. Morris eventually turned up and we helped him unload several plastic crates of his mother's journals that we're storing for...well, I have no fucking idea why they're here, but they're now in our garage storage room for who knows how long, so I'm just going to leave it at that, because it's another one of those 'not our problem' things that'll probably piss me off should I continue to pick at it. Sigh.
Kno1 enjoyed the flick, though we could both agree that the last little bit of the film was somewhat anti-climactic given the martial arts bits that came before. The happy couple called it a night and split for home, then the wife and I said our goodbyes to Morris, because he plans on leaving at the crack of dawn (5:00 AM) tomorrow to head back to Dallas with his load of stuff.
Everyone headed to bed and I moved into the Office to get this post started, getting slightly distracted by some interweb shopping, which sort of shook me out of my funk a little. The idea of 'retail therapy' cheering me up sort of bothers me, but I did find some fun books that I had been putting off buying, so at least I scratched my collector nerd itch.
Be seeing you.