Repose

Although the first few hours of indented labor burdened my spirit with great weight today, I must confess that the hours after noon passed much easier. Coughing of throat and running of nose not withstanding, my greater proximity to the freedom hour felt as the first warming rays of sunlight, cast upon a child newborn in the night. Perhaps the profound meaning of this particular Friday evening lay in my relief from working with biological stresses on the body; Or perhaps from the strain of our first full workweek after many shortened by government sponsored holidays. Or perhaps, just perhaps, I was pleased to have another opportunity to enjoy life's true comforts: Time spent with family and friends.

Tonight was spent with my youngest brother Brandon in celebration of his twenty third day of birth, which officially began at 11pm CST. This particular hour was chosen because his birthday did not start until Saturday, and since he was born in the Eastern time zone, I adjusted for our current situation. I am an anal retentive bastard, after all.

We decided to eat out at Aldoria's, which had stood as the finest Mexican restaurant in all of the metro Decatur area. I use the past tense, because tonight we discovered that Aldoria's has closed it's doors for good, to be reborn like the mariachi phoenix into some other Mexican restaurant who's title escapes me. I am deeply educated on the subject because an eight and a half by eleven sheet of paper hung by 3M brand scotch tape from the glass door. It's contents were read to me by my roommate Jessie and his girlfriend Kelly, who were to join us for the meal. After several helpful suggestions from all involved, Brandon selected our local Logan's Roadhouse, opting to sate his hunger by chewing into a bit of beef.

"Nay," saith the lunchtray of fate unto the hungry masses. "Ye shall not sup here, for I have declared the parking lot full." And it was so. Onward our metal horses rode into the parking lot of Applebees, and verily did we find parking for our noble steeds. Unfortunately, we could not find parking for our noble arses, as there was a line extending out onto the cold sidewalk. I then came to realize the problem which plagued our hearty band of adventurers: All of Decatur was to eat out in celebration of my brother's grand day! Oh what a joy it must have been for him to know that his people cherished him so. In fact, our venters cried out of joy for it.

So we ate at the Golden Phoenix: Decatur's best Chinese buffet. The meal was good. We had fun. After dinner Brandon and I retired to his quarters to play some NBA 2k6 on his XBox 360, which was quite fun. Although basketball isn't my first choice in sports, I enjoy the game a lot, and this particular incarnation was very well made. Then it was off to Deadwood for two more episodes of the second season. I wasn't sure about this season at first because a lot was happening all at once, but now being five episodes in I feel comfortable again. I really do enjoy this show, if for no other reason than the fact that they actually have a writer, who can, you know, write interesting stuff to go on the screen. It is a strange fetish of mine to actually have a good story with dynamic characters who have interesting things to say. I'm afraid this makes me a member of a very small minority group. Perhaps there is some silver lining: I hear you can get good scholarships for such things.

Here endith the first night of my weekend odyssey. Stay tuned for more sordid details as they develop. Oh, and at the risk of jinxing the team's best showing since 1999, go Redskins!