Action packed weekend

As it turned out, my weekend contained no yoga. It did contain babysitting, movie going and the stuff exchange part two.

The babysitting was a list minute favor for, TR, who had tickets for Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf on Saturday night and didn't realize it was THAT Saturday. I was planning to go to a play myself that night, but I moved it to Sunday afternoon. TR was taking his wife on a date, but it's not exactly the play I would choose for that event. His wife did the choosing, though. I've seen the movie and it's exhausting; high quality, but exhausting.

The original plan for Saturday was: hot yoga, a four-hour movie at the National Gallery and the theater. It was then modified to anti-war rally, four-hour movie and the theater. The final modification was anti-war rally, regular length movie and babysitting. I think the final iteration turned out to be the best. The four-hour movie plus theater never seemed like a particularly good idea. TR's kids are very easy, they fed me and I watched their netflix movie (Mrs. Henderson Presents--so-so, but sufficiently entertaining). 

The plan on Sunday was originally: pick up order at College Park REI, meet Nancy and kids for Indian lunch nearby, grocery shop, hot yoga. Because Saturday was modified, Sunday became: REI, Indian lunch, theater matinee, grocery shopping. But it change again when I got a call from an old friend whose mother just died. I'd been meaning to call her, but I dropped the ball. She said I could come over on Sunday and I agreed. I had the car all day and she lives in Arlington. It occurred to me as I drove to her house that I could drop by Owen's afterwards and get the rest of my stuff. I also thought that if Pele was around I would stop by her house (she also lives in Arlington). So, Sunday became: REI, Indian lunch, grocery shop, live theater, condolence call, stuff exchange part two and movie with Pele.

I called Pele while I was driving to Owen's house and we decided to go to the movies. When I got to Owen's, he and the roommate came out with my stuff and Pele called to tell me the movie was starting in 10 minutes at a theater a 15 minute drive a way. I said we should try and make it anyway, what with the extreme length of previews these days.

Owen stood outside in the cold while I talked to Pele. When I got off the phone, I asked him for directions and he was vaguely helpful. Then I said, "So, how are you?"

He said, "I'm ok, how are you?"

"I'm good," said with conviction. We looked at each other. "So, is that all you have for me?"

"What? Oh, I think that's all your stuff." (Except it wasn't--he still has a book I loaned him. I'm letting that one go.)

I said, "No. I mean words. Do you have anything else to say to me?"

"Uh, no, I guess not."

"Ok." I laughed and said, "Why would you? You don't talk."

He smiled and said, "I guess you're right."

With that, I sped off to the next location in Arlington. I felt bad. Maybe I should have been nicer. It may well be the last time I ever see or speak to Owen. I'm glad I had somewhere else to be.

Pele and I missed the first few minutes of the movie, so we stayed around for the next show to catch them. We used the extra time for some much needed chatting, so being late actually had its advantages.

One of the other amusing side-effects of my unexpectedly packed Sunday was that my dinner consisted of movie theater popcorn, 1/2 a box of Milk Duds (please admire my restraint), a can of soup and some crackers. Ah, yes, the dinner of champions.

(I have a little piece in the works about the protest. I may get it up later today. I also may eventually post reviews of the movies I saw, but who has time to write them?)

Grateful for: taking care of business.

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