Diary of a Low Budget Superhero

How much do I love a lazy weekend?

Follow up:

Long blocks of open hours with no Saturday responsibilities and just as much of "nothing" on deck for Sunday? Mmmmmmmmm, I love it. I love it more than...well...than those new freakin' Ranch-flavored Pringles that I brought home on a whim the other nite and inhaled like I was suffocating and they were oxygen. As my friend Chuck would say, "they're like crack." Indeed. If crack is salty and tangy and crispy and totally irresistible. Presently I'm typing up this entry whilst watching two things -- A Christmas Carol on TV and Joe, in real life, who is working his merry way through a canister of Pringles Salt and Vinegar-flavor. He held them out for me to have a few. I declined. The hard truth about the Pringles is that you can either a)not eat them at all or b)accept that you will eat the whole canister. There is no such thing as having one.

Speaking of needing more than one, I am watching Reginald Owen as Ebenezer Scrooge, and this right here is my fourth Scrooge of the season. Technically third, but I count Bill Murray's Scrooged as a rightful member of the Dickensian Christmas films event though he didn't play an actual Ebenezer. So far I've seen Scrooged, and A Christmas Carol with Patrick Stewart, with George C Scott and with the aforementioned Reginald Owen all doing their own Scroogy interpretations. I like this one, but my ultimate favorite Scrooge is Alastair Sim, black and white, from 1951. He just had the best face. (I wrote a whole lot more about Scrooges in the Screen section.)

There is a party tonight, at Nixie's, not far from here. I did write it on the calendar and pretty much all my friends will probably be there except those who have to drive from far away, because it's been snowing since yesterday afternoon. She's a mess out there, especially if you have to find a place to park a car. GOD, that's the single most glorious part about no longer owning a car! I don't have to worry about my damn parking spot. You know, it took until the third winter before I lost that inner tug of worry upon seeing snow? Parking in the city during snow is a whole big drama. There are rules. Rules legislated by the city, rules tacitly developed by citizens, codes of conduct involving lawn chairs...it's complicated. Let's just say that part of you wants to just let the plows cover your car and leave it there until spring -- only that's not allowed either. After three days they'll tow your ass.

I am probably not going to the party tonight even though I don't have a car to deal with; seeing people is fine, but I just feel like being quiet, comfortable, indoors and...well, quiet. My apartment is warm, the Christmas lights are comforting, I'm in my soft, silky jammies...when you're in "quiet mode" there's no reason to head on out to a big party!

It's still early though. We'll see.