How was my weekend?

Well golly gosh gee, I'm glad you asked.

First off, my little sister should come to town more oftern, because when she does: free meals! The family went out for dinner at Francescas in the North End on Friday night, (where the food was Italian and our cute waitress was Russian, which as you know wins), and then to brunch at Johnny D's on Saturday.

Immediately after brunch, I headed down to South Shore Music to pick up my amp. Got it home, plugged in, played for about 10 seconds, stopped to pick my jaw upp the floor, then played for a good deal longer. Imagine a small little one speaker amp, turned up to maybe about 3, that sounds like a cranked, full-stack Marshall, that has Angus Young's sound dialed in. The only problem is that I can't stand too close to the amp when I play because I will immediately have an orgasm. The Les Paul sounds like pure rock and roll though it. However, the Tele....oh, the Tele. On the bridge pickup it's raunchy and rocking, but on the neck pickup or the combined, it's smooth and incredibly articulate. I find myself asking why did it take me 18 years to get around to buying this amp. That's 18 wasted years.

But I couldn't play all day and night. Eventually I went out. By the end of the night I ended up at the Pour House, which while enjoyable for the watching of all the young and cute girls is annoying because it gets "bump into everyone" packed there and all those young girls just make me feel old. But it's amazing how a few beers manage to strip away the years, at least as far as my maturity level goes.

Anyway, I get home from the Pour House only to discover that while at the Pour House, someone had broken into my car and stolen my iPod. I didn't notice during the drive, because I hadn't wanted to listen to my iPod, and because when they broke the window to get in (that's right) it was the small back door passenger side window. I did think on the way home that the car was a little loud, like a window was open or a door ajar, but since neither seemed to be the case, I didn't worry too much about it. It was only when I got home and reached into the compartment between the seats to bring my iPod into the house that I noticed something was amiss. Like the fact that it wasn't there. Looking around the car for it, the broken glass on my back seat was the next clue that all was not as it should be.

How a good night ends: Meet a girl, take her out for a nice steak dinner, and then never call her agin.

How a bad night ends: 2:30 in the morning, and you're taping a brown paper bag over the remains of a busted window, and you're out one $300 piece of technology.

Luckily, insuarnce will cover the window repair. Unfortunately, not the iPod. And the problem is, now that I've owned one a year or so, I'm such its bitch that I can't live without one. So, first thing Sunday morning, before the football games, I jump in my car and head out to purchase a replacement. I think to myself, "I'll just run over to Microcenter and pick up a new one." Problem is, Microcenter's not that far away, but it's a bit of pain to get to. So, as I'm driving out, I think, "You know, Staples has computer stuff. Maybe the one right around the corner has one." I stop in and check, but they don't carry them. OK, back in the car and off to Microcenter. But you know what, right near the highway is a Circuit City. I should check there. I stop in. They carry them, but only have a few Nanos in stock. Not good enough. OK, Microcenter it is. But wait! When I get off the highway to get on Memorial Drive, there's a Best Buy right there at the Cambridgeside Galleria. Best Buy totally rocks iPods. I go in, ask the cute little Asian girl if they have any 5th generation 60GBs or 6th generation 80GBs. She's going to check. Comes back maybe 10-15 minutes later from doing god knows what. Nope, the biggest they have is the 30GB. Eh, not bad, but I want bigger. So after maybe 45-60 minutes dallying at other stores, I just go to Microcenter. Walk in, and withing 5 minutes have myself a receipt for a brand new 80GB iPod.

(The differences. Apple just released their new line of iPods last week. Generation 6, I guess it'd be called. The gen 5 60Gb was then dropped in price by $100, which is why I was looking for that initially, but they're all sold out. I suppose I could get one on MacMall if I looked, but I was still hot and wanted my new iPod NOW! So for an extra $100 I went with the gen 6 80GB, which I bet I could fit every single one of my CDs on and still have room.)

But anyway, since I'm at Microcenter and since I'm going to beating my credit card like a rented mule, why not add insult to injury. I'd been wanting an external hard drive to put my mp3s on, because my computer was full almost to bursting. So why not pick one up while I'm there. 160GBs of space should be good. I take my hard drive to the merchandise pick up desk, get my iPod, whip out the credit card, yell "Charge it!" like Wilam Flinstone and Betty Rubble, and bam! There goes $500.)

Get home and spend the entire day watching football and getting my new system set up. Transferred all my mp3s to the external drive, freeing up about 15GB of space on my computer. Then start geting all the tunes onto the new iPod. First step, clean out iTunes. Get rid of some of the crap. Second step, import everything from my Itune Library folder, erasing the songs that for some reason showed up twice. Third step (still in progress) go through Eric's iPod folder from when I copied that on to my system and retrieve the stuff I want. That will take me another day or two. Without going into any more detail, because this is long enough as it is, I have to retrieve the songs one by one. It's a pain.

Finished up all that in time to sit down on the couch and start up my month of horror. Since it's October, I plan to watch mostly horror movies, starting last night with Uzumaki, and read only horror novels. Why? Well, why not.

Anyway, that was my weekend. I'll be taking tomorrow off from work so that the insurance company can come to my house and fix my window. Sure, they could actually do it at work, but any reason for a day off is aces with me.

P.S. I hope that the gods are figuratively pissing on whoever broke into my car, giving them a nice karmic golden shower.