the first week

The first week back in the swing of things has been good. Here’s a re:cap for those interested in my day-to-day life this past week.

Independence Day. I had the day off work so I went down Route 50 to the Starbucks in Mariemont for an iced soy caramel macchiato and a pumpkin scone (perfect pairing). I did a bit of writing, and Brandy came over for a bit but didn’t stay long. I hung out with Amanda for a bit when she got off work, and then I went into the badlands of northern Kentucky to meet up with a friend. Saw fireworks along the entire drive, it was pretty great.

Tuesday. On my first day back at work I sliced my thumb clean open and had to get five stitches. Two posts below you’ll see this event in immaculate detail. Amanda, Blake and I hung out in the basement for a while, and Brandy came over after work. So much laughter and ridiculous stories. “What’s your favorite type of fish? I mean ocean fish. Saltwater. Not brackish or fresh… Marlins?”

Wednesday. Work was crazy, so it was nice to just kick back and relax with Blake and Brandy back at the house. Later on in the evening, a bunch of us—me, Amos, Blake, Mandy, Brandy, John and Missy—went to The Southgate House across the river. The birthplace of the Tommygun, apparently. We watched a band and smoked cigarettes and drank beer and I took this smooth and sexy photograph of me and Blake through the mirror. Classic.

Thursday. The health inspector came into work so things were pretty hectic. I spent the afternoon and evening listening to music and writing. When Rob and Mandy got home from wherever they were, we hung out and I attempted to make a peanut butter and banana smoothie, but it fell through in the most awful manner.

Friday. After work I took a nap and hung out with Rob for a while. At 11:00 we went to Neon’s in Over the Rhine to celebrate Cat’s 23rd birthday. She works with us and is pretty cool. She showed up late, so Rob and I just people-watched as we drank through our beers. People-watching is always fun at bars. Let’s see, what did I notice? How about an old Chinese man running up to strangers and giving them hugs, or two dogs let loose inside and nipping at peoples’ heels, or watching a guy try to tear off a girl’s shirt only to have her screams dissipate into giggles. And then I watched this couple practically dry-humping against the bar suddenly stop when another girl walked in, and then the guy turned all his attentions on the girl but you could tell he was really into the other one. I don’t drink often so two beers put me over my legal limit. Buzzed, not drunk. Just feeling pretty good.

Saturday. (i.e. today) I ran to Dayton for a bit to grab some things, and I spent the afternoon hanging out with Rob and Amos. We’ve got the entire basement clean (thanks solely to Rob being sexy with his shirt off and sweating like a raccoon in Florida as he went all machine down there), and we’ve played some Wii and we’re about to watch a movie—“The Mask of Zorro”—while smoking hookah. In the basement. Because the basement’s cool now, and not just because Amos is living down there.

Yep, Amos moved to the basement, because Amanda wants out of her apartment and all the drama there. It’s just the usual: Sarah being Sarah. Amanda’s going to move half her stuff in here tomorrow, and Monday we’re renting a truck to get all her furniture. I’ll be honest: the thought of driving a giant truck through the hill-country of the ghetto doesn’t sit well with me. I hope & pray I’ll manage all right.