Monday morning metal

It's Monday morning, and I'm at work. Not such a strange occurence but for it's a holiday. Also, the fact that I'm working on a holiday is not so strange as the 'B is staffed every day but Christmas. The only thing that stinks about it (aside from the need to be here at all), is that I've worked every holiday already this year.

Blech!

One of the girls in the office sent out an email a week or so back, asking if anyone wanted to take her Memorial Day shift. I thought about it briefly, as the money would always be cool. And that's when I realized that I've already worked the first three holidays of the year, and that you know, it'd be nice to have some time off. I actually should have had President's Day off, but due to the fact that one of the people who was supposed to be working was in the hospital, I had to fill in.

But let me reiterate, if you didn't already know, a holiday shift isn't all that bad. Once I get past the desire to crawl back into bed, that is. I'm getting paid double time just to answer the phone if it rings. Right now I'm listening to some Black Sabbath, and typing this blog. For later I've got my book to read (The Robots of Dawn by Isaac Asimov), some comic books (Excalibur), some other albums to listen to. Some DVDs to watch (A Tale of Two Sisters and The Devil's Backbone). I'll keep busy. Essentially, I'm being paid to do everything I'd probably be doing today anyway, except sleep late.
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To those of us with no immediate family in the area Easter Sunday is merely Sunday. I did celebrate however by having a nice Easter Sunday brunch with Laura, Rob, Sara, and Josh. A Mexican Easter Sunday brunch, no less, over at El Guapo. An EXCELLENT Mexican Easter Sunday brunch, may I just say. That set the perfect vibe for the rest of my day of Sunday laziness. I did some reading, went to Home Dept (the only store apparently open on Easter Sunday) to research some grills, watched Saved! (which was awesome), had some subpar pizza, and snoozed on and off. Good times.

In fact that sounds like much of my weekend. I didn't do much on Saturday either. It was a really nice day, so I did go for a walk to Harvard Square and back to pick up the new Buckcherry album. That's a round trip of about 6 miles I think, so it was some good exercise. I celebrated my healthiness by going to the Mystic later and seeing Rockstar and drinking beer. And talking to a cute girl. After which I had this conversation with Kevin:

Kevin: "My number is..."
Me: "I'm flattered, Kevin, but you're not my type."
Kevin: "No, that's what you say to her."
Me: "Oh. Yeah, I think she's into Matt."

(And I did/do. She was actually someone we'd met at Mark Johnson's birthday party a couple of weeks ago and Matt seemed to hit it off better with her than I did.)

Last night, hanging out with Matt and Brian, I had this (somewhat less eloquent) conversation with Brian:

Brian: "Did you plow that girl?"
Me: "No."
Brian: "Oh, it seemed like you were talking to her a lot."
Me: "Yeah, but I think she's into Matt."

Question being considered, since it came up twice, did I misread the situation? I don't think I did, but external appearances appeared different to others. Not that it really matters. As long as I have any thoughts that she's into a friend of mine or if I think a friend might be interested (which you never can really tell with Matt), then she's officially off the radar as far as I'm concerned.
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Anyway, the new Buckcherry album? It's OK, nothing great. It's consistent in it's mediocrity. But I wanted to check it out since I'll be seeing them tomorrow night.

However, the new Pink album? Kicks much ass! If you like the most recent Kelly Clarkson album (like I do), you'd love this. It's stylistically similar, but much better.

Anyway, that's my weekend in a nutshell.