I just got back from my neighborhood grocery giant's store. I got a cup of coffee and a breakfast burrito. The burritos were marked at 2 for $3.00. They tried to charge me $1.99. I pointed it out and they gave it to me for free. Man, I love it!

So with that, I will give you, Gentle Reader the rundown of my weekend. It has rarely been this long between updates and frankly there is a lot to write about. I'll probably forget some stuff.

When I last communicated meaningfully, I was quite melodramatic. I felt alone, sad, depressed...the whole gamut. I pretty much got over that the next day. I'm not 100% sure where those feelings came from but they came and went.

Saturday was spent almost entirely with Stephanie. I know, I know, what the hell was I thinking? I'll tell you what I was thinking. I wanted to spend some time with a friend who understands me. I didn't have that opportunity here or in Portland other than with her. So there. Plus we've been talking a fair amount and I've felt absolutely minimal weirdness when there has been any weirness at all, which has also been minimal. Got it? Alright, so we had some breakfast at her apartment, hung out, chatted. Later we went to watch that movie that I mentioned before, Tadpole. I won't go fully into it, but I really liked it. A smart 15 year old boy falls in love with his stepmother and wackiness ensues. It is like a teen sex comedy but it is for adults so more like an adult sex comedy, but not like porn so that's why I'd hesitate to use the descriptor "adult" in regard to the movie. Whatever. The point is that if Bebe Neuwirth seduced me, I'd do it too. So in conclusion, if you like movies about fifteen year olds being in love with forty year olds, I say, go see Tadpole. You will like it. Oh, except John Ritter is in it and I still don't buy him in a straight person role. The way I see it those girl roommates he had in Three's Company didn't have to do anything to convince Mr. Roper that he was gay. I mean, look/listen at/to him. Fuck!

After the movie we went to a nearby bar for some food and a couple of drinks. We got to talking about our current situations, our past situations. The whole shabang really. It was an entirely pleasant time after which we decided to go back to her apartment and drink the champagne that we've been saving for so long. We did. We drank more wine afterward. We were pretty drunk. And we went to bed. Yes, I know what you are thinking, Gentle Reader, and I know I know. But the fact is that I did spend the night there and I still feel ok. I don't feel like we are getting back together. I hope this feeling sticks. God knows there have been many false starts but this is the middle of the fourth month of the saga. I'm better now than I used to be.

Sunday morning found me having to catch the light rail and then transfer to a bus to meet my dad and sister at my mom's house (where I was supposed to be staying). I was late but they knew where I was so it wasn't that big of a deal. That was also the day of the Bridge Peddal or something like that. It entails closing down city bridges so that people can bicycle and walk accross them. A neat idea but really lame when you need to drive accross the river. Dad got pretty annoyed with the whole thing. There were closures all over the place. We had to go all the way down to the Marquam Bridge which is south when my mom's house is in north. Oh well.

The party for my aunt was really nice. A bunch of family members were there. I don't see them very often but it always makes me so happy when I do. Well, except for one. He is a shit. He's like a year or two younger than me. He's really smart but completely socially inept. Well, at least I think he is. And for some reason my sister thinks that he's got some vendetta against me. I'm not sure how this could have happened but it makes sense based on one strange interaction that will proceed to act out before your eyes:

Shithead: (standing next to me. I'm sitting in lawn chair) Did you know those are bad for your back?

Me: No.

Shithead: Yeah, have you heard of osteoporosis?

Me: No, what's that.

Liz: Isn't that when your bones get brittle due to calcium deficiencies?

Shithead: (to Liz) Well, he doesn't know that.

Me: Know what?

As you can tell, I learned some valuable information from my cousin. Namely, that I shouldn't sit in lawn chairs or I'll get osteoporosis. Oh yeah, also that he's still a stupid piece of shit. His sister is nice though.

But that didn't color my time at the picnic. There were lots of really adorable kids there including my newest cousin. She is only a year and a half. At first she was scared of me. She'd run away or bury her head in her mom's lap. I am really muscular and physically intimidating so I don't really blame her. Eventually she warmed up to me though and we had fun together. And as usual there were a bunch of family members who I don't know and probably never will. Oh well.

My aunt, the 80 year old one, told me that she loves young people and she couldn't stand living in one of those old people neighborhoods because her friends would keep dropping dead. She is cool. She also has a dirty mouth. Like my sister says, it is obvious where our attitudes come from. Ah family.

After that whole thing we went back to my mom's where we had a bbq. It was really nice. Our dad even came. It makes me happy when we can all be together. I just hope that he can be ok with it.

I spent the night at Liz's place. It was fun. We drank a lot of beer and smoked a lot of cigarettes.

I hung out with Liz yesterday morning and then she took me to the Greyhound station.

I decided, after she got out of the house, to go ahead and let Sydney hang out outside. She'll be much happier.

And that, Gentle Reader, is everything. Damn, that's a long ass entry.