Good times...good times

I worked on the mainland on Friday. These are usually very long days - I take the 7am ferry which means waking up at 4:30am, and often take the 9pm ferry home, which means getting home at 11:30 ish. This Friday was the second weekend in a row going over, and I really didn't want to do the one-day turn around and take the 9pm ferry back the same night. So, I stayed at M's place and we had an excellent night off. The plan was a) for me to get my flash drive back that I had left at her place, b) drop off a book she needed to borrow and c) go to ikea the next day. Did we do any of these things? No. We went out for a long yummy dinner, in which our waiter got slightly irritated with us when he returned to our table for the 6th time and we still were talking and hadn't decided what we wanted to drink.

M. then became appalled when I told her I hadn't seen the movie "anchorman" (she actually stopped the car and stared at me in disgust). So, we watched it when we got back to her place, then stayed up way to late talking. By the time I went to bed, I'd been up for almost 24hours! Needless to say, we did not go to Ikea the next morning!

(as an aside, the Seinfeld finale episode where Kramer is jumping up and down trying to get water out of his ear and ends up falling into the cockpit of the plane the whole gang is on, and the plane is plummeting to earth....and George admits to cheating in "The Contest" is on, and it's hysterical).