As an OT, I think int terms of goals. This weekend, my goal was to spend both nights in my own bed. Between visits to Norfolk, dog sitting, and so on, it's been a busy few weeks and the next month will be equally busy--can we say MOVING??? EEEK. So I was determined this weekend would be really lowkey.
And it was! and it's been nice. I was really sad to miss a chance to hang out with some of my Bryn Mawr besties in Philly, and I didn't go to what was probably a super good time in Richmond, but I slept til 10 and sat in the sun and cleaned just enough to make me feel productive, and it's been good.
Part of my lowkey weekend was attending a late-bday pool party at my friend Miriam's. She hosted her bf, our friend Karen and her bf Ian, her friend from OT school, me, her friend from Richmond, and the friend from Richmond's new friend, whose name is Kestrel. Like the bird. And, as I think, like a potential X-Man character! We drank margaritas at first, but as the evening progressed, the beverage of choice turned to PBR. Which is not, as one person suggested, manufactured in Richmond (ahem, Miriam), nor the abbreviation of "Peoples' Beer of Richmond" (ahem, Kestrel). Can I just say how much I love the fact that these Richmond people are so excited to take ownership of this beer?
Anyway, since I was driving and being low-key, I managed to make one PBR last for the entire event. Despite this responsibility, I had like the weirdest dream EVER last night, so I thought I would share, with hopes you can find the amusement in my subconscious' trash can:
I was at a part on the DC mall to welcome the royal couple, and somehow, since I was inexplicably cool, I ended up going swimming in a tiny, magically appearing pool with Kate and Pippa Middleton. (And yes, I resent the fact that if my brain was going to give me a chance to look at one half of the royal couple in a bathing suit, it was Kate instead of William--dude may have some hair issues, but all that polo playing has given him some pretty nice arms). We were splashing around and having a jolly old time, but eventually it got too cold and the crowds had thinned enough that we figured we could make a paparazzi escape. As I got out, I realized I desperately had to go to the bathroom. So, hurriedly scraping up my things, I took the royal sisters to the highlight of the Mall, the public bathroom behind the FDR memorial. Since this was the site of many a Fourth of July potty run in my past, I have a fairly good mental picture of this place, and I even remember having to take the time to wad up a bunch of toilet paper and wipe off the yuckiness on the toilet seat (thanks again for that image, subconscious!) When I began dressing, I realized my Kindle was no longer in my bag. In real life, I am already on my second Kindle, the first one (a gift from my granddad) having bite the dust after I stepped on it (stories like that are why I'm not allowed to buy an Iphone), and in the dream it must have been my second Kindle too, because I was DEVASTATED. I realized it must have slipped from my purse and when I ran back to the pool, it was gone. I vividly remember the feeling of groping around on the dark slippery grass, praying that my fingers would run into the slim dark Kindle. When they didn't, there was obviously nothing to do, so I said goodbye to the Middletons and went home.
The next morning, I woke up and realized the person who had stolen my Kindle had been charging items to my Amazon account all night! The nerve!!! I called Chris, one of my personal technology gurus, and he taught me how to turn on the GPS chip on the Kindle (no, they don't exist in real life) and I got an address! So I called up my pal Kate (!!!) and asked her to come with me to retrieve it. I told her to bring all her bodyguards in case it got ugly. We met at the Tube Station at Waterloo and walked together down the Strand in London to get to the DC Mall, which is where the address was. I know that doesn't make sense. But I used to go to school on the Strand when I was studying abroad, and the memory was clear as day in my mind, the wide sidewalk, the sound of the cars rushing by; we even walked by the mini Topshop (as opposed to the massive Topshop in Oxford Street) and I made KAte stop and take a picture of me in front of it since I hadn't been in so long. Eventually we got to the address (after turning towards what was magically the DC mall), and opened the door. It was a tiny little low ceiling-ed room, and though it was full of things like computers and blown up posters of Kate that were JUST a little creepy (in the way of dreams, she had suddenly disappeared, and I was glad she wasn't there to see her stalker), there was no Kindle. Just when we were about to give up, one of the bodyguards opened this closet, and the thief fell out! He looked just like Jonah Hill, and he had my Kindle in his arms. He said something like, "you'll never catch me!" and ran out of the apartment. And even though he was rolly-poly, he evaded all of the bodyguards and escaped down a twisty, winding alley (yes, on the Mall.)
I went back home and tried to do the GPS thing again, but he has disabled it. So, left with no options, I went online again and turned off my Amazon identity much like you would turn off a credit card. And at that depressing point of the story, I woke up.
So that's it. I left out a lot of the detail, but trust me when I say it was like watching a movie. A very odd movie. What does it all mean?!?!?!? Probably nothing, except maybe that I should not drink PBR. I am, after all, not from Richmond.
Hope you all have good end of your weekend :)
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