{"id":2392,"date":"2009-06-15T13:16:21","date_gmt":"2009-06-15T18:16:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.net\/?p=2392"},"modified":"2009-06-15T13:16:21","modified_gmt":"2009-06-15T18:16:21","slug":"on-the-things-i-did-this-weekend","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=2392","title":{"rendered":"On the Things I Did This Weekend"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I went to North Carolina this weekend to attend the wedding of two of my dearest friends.  So what did my weekend look like?<\/p>\n<ol>\n<li>Somehow I got out of the house Saturday morning at 3:30 without waking my grandmother.<\/li>\n<li>I&#8217;d forgotten just how much I liked Bryan Adams&#8217; seminal album, <i>Reckless<\/i>.  Takes me back to junior high school.<\/li>\n<li>The Washington beltway was closed to <i>one<\/i> lane at 4:30 in the morning.  One lane!<\/li>\n<li>I saw the worst accident north of Fredericksburg on I-95 as I was heading south.  It required seven state troopers and a massive crane.<\/li>\n<li>Aunt Sarah&#8217;s Pancake House.  Broad Street.  6:15 in the morning.<\/li>\n<li>I wrote longhand in Aunt Sarah&#8217;s and drank coffee.  I felt vaguely Hemingway-esque.<\/li>\n<li>I left a five dollar tip on a ten dollar check.  The Apple Cinnamon Pancakes were just <i>that<\/i> good.<\/li>\n<li>I puttered around the University of Richmond for an hour.<\/li>\n<li>I skipped stones on Westhampton Lake.  God, what a rancid, smelly lake that is.<\/li>\n<li>I reminisced about an autumn evening a decade ago spent on the hill in front of Boatwright Library, overlooking the lake, with S.M. and a six-pack of Sam Adams.<\/li>\n<li>At a rest area in North Carolina, I saw a redhead wearing a &#8220;Team Edward&#8221; t-shirt as I was backing out to get onto the expressway.  I rolled down the window, shouted &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.peterdavid.net\/index.php\/category\/potato-moon\/\">Potato Moon<\/a>!&#8221; as a lark, and sped off.  She passed me twenty minutes down the road.  If she paid me any notice, I don&#8217;t know.<\/li>\n<li>I drove with the window down, my left arm hanging on the door, and it became horribly sunburned in the North Carolina sun.<\/li>\n<li>Despite not having been there in three years, and despite coming at it from a completely unfamiliar direction, I found the GameStop in Smithfield on the first try.<\/li>\n<li>I saw Tina, whom I hadn&#8217;t seen in nearly three years. \ud83d\ude42<\/li>\n<li>I got lost leaving Smithfield.<\/li>\n<li>I stopped in Garner and saw Jim, whom I also hadn&#8217;t seen in three years.<\/li>\n<li>I had forgotten how completely <i>flat<\/i> eastern North Carolina is.<\/li>\n<li>I had also forgotten how completely <i>empty<\/i> North Carolina is.  The only state I enjoy driving through <i>less<\/i> than North Carolina?  South Carolina.<\/li>\n<li>I had forgotten how blooming <i>hot<\/i> North Carolina can be in the summer.<\/li>\n<li>I had <i>also<\/i> forgotten how completely <i>humid<\/i> North Carolina can be in the summer.  When I got out of the car at the Wal-Mart in New Bern (because I needed to buy film), I felt like I&#8217;d stood out in the rain for an hour while standing under a shower nozzle.<\/li>\n<li>I ironed my dress shirt, and the only injury I suffered was when I dropped the iron on my foot.  The shirt turned out fine.<\/li>\n<li>I forgot how sudden thunderstorms can appear in North Carolina.  I got absolutely <i>drenched<\/i> on my way to Target to buy a new battery for my camera.<\/li>\n<li>I parked in a swamp.<\/li>\n<li>I discovered how small the world is.  The boyfriend of one of the bridesmaids knows Farpoint&#8217;s Renfield.<\/li>\n<li>I tied his necktie.<\/li>\n<li>I told the groom&#8217;s grandfather that the storm would break before the wedding and that the sun would come out.  &#8220;It&#8217;s a damned certainty,&#8221; I said.  &#8220;The wind gauge is with us.&#8221;<\/li>\n<li>The sun came out.<\/li>\n<li>The groom&#8217;s aunt looks <i>exactly<\/i> like my mother&#8217;s first cousin.  This caused me <i>massive<\/i> cognitive dissonance.<\/li>\n<li>I set up chairs for the guests to sit in down on the river bank.<\/li>\n<li>Despite a dozen men setting up the chairs, after the ceremony I was only one of two men to take them down and reset them in the reception area.<\/li>\n<li>I shot three rolls of film.<\/li>\n<li>I cried buckets.<\/li>\n<li>I discovered that I really like chablis.<\/li>\n<li>I forgot that I really <i>shouldn&#8217;t<\/i> drink wine.<\/li>\n<li>The deejay had never heard of Elbow.  Or <a href=\"http:\/\/jaydiohead.com\/\">Jaydiohead<\/a>.  And instead of playing the &#8220;Imperial March,&#8221; he played the <i>Star Wars<\/i> theme.<\/li>\n<li>&#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=L1BDM1oBRJ8\">Pork Chop Sandwiches<\/a>.&#8221;  (Seriously.  I instigated a conversation about that spoof video.  And the one with the two kids on the ice.)<\/li>\n<li>I was attacked by a swarm of fireflies.<\/li>\n<li>I blew bubbles.<\/li>\n<li>North Carolina can be pitch black at night.<\/li>\n<li>I realized, with some sadness, that it&#8217;s awesome to live in a state where you can buy beer and wine in Wal-Mart.  Unfortunately, Maryland is not such a state.<\/li>\n<li>By complete chance I found that the perfect chaser to a Yuengling Dark Brewed Porter is Wal-Mart&#8217;s Peanut Butter Fudge cookies.<\/li>\n<li>Alanis Morissette.<\/li>\n<li>I started to mentally assemble a &#8220;soundtrack&#8221; for writing &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?tag=THOD\">THOD<\/a>.&#8221;\n<li>I do not like Starbucks&#8217; Pike blend.<\/li>\n<li>I do like Caribou Coffee&#8217;s Mint Connection.<\/li>\n<li>I gave my niece a &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.worldofmunchkin.com\/toys\/chibithulhu\/\">Care Cthulhu<\/a>.&#8221;<\/li>\n<li>I bought Beamish Stout at Total Wine &#038; More.  And <a href=\"http:\/\/www.highlandbrewing.com\/\">Highland Brewery<\/a>&#8216;s Oatmeal Porter.  I can&#8217;t get either in Maryland.<\/li>\n<li>I made good time coming home.  Until I reached Ashland north of Richmond, whereupon the journey took shades of <i>The Odyssey<\/i>.<\/li>\n<li>I cursed the traffic.  A <i>lot<\/i>.<\/li>\n<li>I drove through downtown Fredericksburg, right past Mary Washington, because I missed the turn I was looking for.<\/li>\n<li>Pizza Hut!<\/li>\n<li>Did I mention Pizza Hut?<\/li>\n<li>No, really, that was the first real food I&#8217;d had since, umm, breakfast on Saturday.<\/li>\n<li>I hate traffic circles.  Unless I&#8217;m driving around them in circles deliberately just to fuck with people.  Otherwise, they&#8217;re stupid.  (The intersection of US-15 and US-50, I&#8217;m talking to you.)<\/li>\n<li>The thing that kept me awake the last two hours on the road?  My headache.<\/li>\n<li>I hit the bed and passed out.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n<p>And a whole lotta other things besides. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I went to North Carolina this weekend to attend the wedding of two of my dearest friends. So what did my weekend look like? Somehow I got out of the house Saturday morning at 3:30 without waking my grandmother. I&#8217;d forgotten just how much I liked Bryan Adams&#8217; seminal album, Reckless. 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