Easy like Sunday morning...and Sunday afternoon...and Sunday evening

A full day of Sunday relaxing? There's nothing better. Just what the doctor ordered. OK, I did not do the french toast (because I had some on Saturday), but everything else was spot on. Woke up, had a bowl of cereal, did some reading, watched an episode of Carnivale, promptly followed by a short nap on the couch. Then I watched The Magdalene Sisters, a cheerful little film (apparently based on real events) about women in Ireland the 60s that were committed to a convent/asylum because of (perceived) sexual misconduct. OK, perhaps a little heavy for a relaxing Sunday, but good nonetheless. Followed that up with some quality time with the XBox 360 and Dead Rising; killed a number of zombies and one crazy, chainsaw wielding clown. Followed that up with dinner (beef stew, toast, salad) and drinks (gin & soda, Old Fashioned, wine) over at Krista and Joe's. Then back home for a little more reading and then battening down into a nice flannel sheet fort in bed.

Now that's a good damn day.
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Obviously I missed the Oscars in all this. No biggie, but I am of course annoyed at Best Picture again this year. The Departed was not really that good. Although, conversely, I am glad that Scorsese did finally get Best Director. Much like Peter Jackson got Best Director for Return of the King, when in fact it really was for the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy, I'm cool with the idea of a director perhaps winning if not for his best film, at least to recognize a career of good work.
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So the rest of the weekend? Started off with a bang. Literally. I was in my room Friday evening when I heard a loud thump outside my house. A car accident. You know what they sound like. Well, my first thought was, "My car! I hope someone didn't just hit it." So I go out on to the porch to look, and nope my car is fine. However, my roommate's car? Not so much. Someone had (probably) run the stop sign and smashed right into the back of her parked car. I say probably, because thinking back on what I heard it sounded like the car was going pretty fast and the thump sounded pretty loud; considering where my roommate was parked (just on the far side of the stop sign), and considering the amount of damage I was about to see, it seemed unlikely that the other car was accelerating from a stop.

So I go outside and it looks bad. The back of her car is trashed. The bumper is gone, the back panels crumpled in, the trunk obviously is popped open and will not close. Being that roommate is not home I deal with the other car, getting their information, giving them what I have of my roommate's info. It was a couple in the other car, and there was a little bit of sketchiness going on. She was driving, but I spoke largely with him. He did the talking. When they weren't arguing with each other in another language. He did offer to either pay for the repairs (duh!) or even buy a new car, judging the worth of my roommate's car at 3-4 thousand. What? He mentioned offhand that going through insurance would raise his rates a lot (duh!). I told him that he'd really have to talk options with my roommate. After all this I get her info, as the driver, which was just her name, address, and phone number. "Do you have any insurance information?" I ask. She shakes her head no. This is feeling a bit weird to me, so just to be safe I write down the license plate number. After all this is done, I then start to move all the stuff from the car's wide open trunk into the house. Then I help in pushing the other couple's car off the ice it's stuck on so they can leave.

During all this, I also had tried calling my roommate, but her phone was off and her mailbox full. I then sent her an email and left a message on her boyfriend's phone. They did call back while some of the above was still going on and said they were on their way. By the time they had gotten home, the other couple was gone. They called the police to report the accident (which I suppose, in retrospect, I should have done), and an officer came out and took a statement and such. Now here's part two of the sketchy. I gave him the license plate number and he ran it, and asked me to verify the woman on his screen. I did and it was her. He then told my roommate that the woman did indeed have insurance. Oops.

Anyway, that's where I leave this story. The car's still out front. My roommate hasn't had it towed yet.
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After all that, I headed off to rehearsal. Did a solid three hours. Missed Chris Taylor's cover band's show because we didn't get done until about 10:30 and I didn't feel like driving up to Haverhill that late. So, I went with Kevin and Jon over to Great Scott to see a band (kind of blah) and then left Jon there, met up with Matt, and headed over to a house party that Kevin knew of. Now that we have a college age guy in the band, I can be the skeezy older guy that hangs out at college parties. Sweet!

Saturday was spent doing more woodshedding of the tunes I would be playing with Matt at the Mystic that night. That went well. The place was jam packed, so you couldn't hear the electric guitar as well as I probably would have liked, (judging by what I was hearing when Dave was playing), but the performances were good. Dave sounded good on his tunes, and I thought I played pretty well on mine. And it felt good getting up there to play a few tunes, even if no one was paying attention.

Anyway, that was my weekend.