the happy hour at Big Time on Friday was packed. Evidently, it was homecoming time at the University of Washington and the bar was full of homecomers. None of them seemed to know how to use the expandable tables, and the lady who usually yells at people regarding inefficient table usage was notably absent. Those of us who had grown used to her harsh criticism for misuse found it difficult not to intervene upon unsuspecting drinkers.
After the hours of happiness came to a close, Carolyn and I went to see Shaun of the Dead. It was entertaining, and a welcome diversion from current events, but it was less funny and more gory than I had expected.
I spent the rest of the weekend being mundane, doing household tasks, working on things, going to the gym, buying groceries, and trying to simulate a coma by putting in lots of extra effort in the sleeping arena.