razorshimmy

Well, that was an interesting holiday. Wasn't planning on doing anything until about a week beforehand, when my mother called me up and offered to pay for my flight back home. So my birthday rolls around and, while I'm still lying in bed on that blessed day, I get my good-morning-happy-birthday call from mums, whereupon she informs me that she's going to leave it up to me to take care of the ticket plans and that she'll pay me back afterwards. This was a bad idea for a few reasons. First, I spend significantly more hours working than my mom, generally giving me less time to grab one of these tix. Second, I still have no internet connection at my new apartment, and this was a Saturday, so my options were limited there as well. Third, it was my fucking birthday. My plans that day consisted of a lengthy lead-up to getting bombed on sake and then, for most of Sunday, recovering from said fat-man/little-boy action waged against the Hiroshima of my brain cells.
Since she had called while I was still asleep, however, and since I was just waking up and, actually, eager to get back to sleep, I mumbled out something akin to an "okay" and rejoined lil' Nemo.
My plans went accordingly, and, by Monday, I still had no ticket. As soon as I set foot in the office on Monday, however, I was forced to charge from one end of L.A. to another trying to move the whole of the CineTel library in the space of a day, so that we might be ready for the holiday. At the end of the day, I called my father to see if he still had any of his connections to cheap flights, and he recommended I wait until Tuesday.
Tuesday: More charging. Little sitting.
The end of the day rolled around and I still didn't have a ticket. On looking at ticket prices, I decided to stay in Los Angeles. After all, some friends of mine were having a potluck Thanksgiving dinner, and there was no hassle involved. My parents were bummed, but we agreed we would just have to plan better next time. I called my friend and arranged to get together for the potluck.
Wednesday: The rains come, and since I still haven't moved my shoes out of storage, I'm wearing the Robert Wayne's I purchased on Saturday, for my birthday. Their badly damaged by the water while I'm out on a run for the company. They have lasted a total of four and a half days. What's more, this particular run keeps me on the clock until 4:50, out in the lousy weather and stewing in traffic, long after the rest of the office has called it an early day and gone home.
I decide not to let it get me down. Once I'm finally done with the run, I head to Silverlake and grab that weeks comics, then dart over to the Silverlake Wine Shop to get a bottle for the potluck the next day. Afterwards, I run across the street to Gingergrass for a light dinner, and while I'm waiting on my table, my friend Clay calls me and tells me that the potluck is overcrowded, and that they have to turn me away. We should, he says, go get a drink sometime soon together.
Thursday: I stay in bed late again, wake up late, go to Cheebo for a late lunch, then go home and go through a full bottle of sake, as well as the bottle of wine I bought for thanksgiving, while I watch Cowboy Bebop. I don't sleep.
Friday: Still awake from the previous night, the beginnings of a massive hangover creeping into my periphery, I take a shower, get redressed, and drive over to Meltdown Comics right as the sun is coming up. I sit outside the store for the better part of an hour, anticipating a rush for their big Black Friday sale, but I wind up being the only person waiting. I don't mind, as I manage to finish the Pullman novella I had purchased recently.
Once inside, I do the math and realize that, if I buy all four copies of The Absolute Sandman, instead of the two I had planned, I would, with the Black Friday discount, essentially be getting one free, so I do. I go across the street to Cheebo (again), have breakfast, and my hangover finally receding, consider the holiday to have balanced out fairly well.