Weekending On Our Own
I’ve got about 15 minutes before this Titan record I’m spinning (Pilzmarmelade) ends, so I might as well take a couple minutes to catch y’all up on my life. So I started a new job last week. For lack of a better term it is a completeÂ career change for me, so the first few days have been filled with varying amounts of dread and panic as I constantly worry I’m screwing things up and one mistake away from being fired. So, I guess…I’m pretty much a regular working stiff now? Is thisÂ how the real world works? If so…I’m not having the easiest time adjusting to it all. Though, I must admit, working in an office environment for four days has already done wonders for my “business casual” wardrobe. At thirty-three years old I can now safely describe my sock game as “on point.” Goodbye, white tennis socks! Hello, wackyÂ socks with charmingÂ patterns on them!
Technically speaking, this past weekend was my first Saturday/Sunday “off” from work in the past eight and a half years. And, shockingly, those two days perfectly aligned with my sister coming to visit from New Jersey. She’s been toiling away in law school all year (and at 34 I think that makes her the Paul Blake of her class?) so we figured she’d fly out for a weekend and I’d take a day off work to hang out with her. Lucky her, I got a new job so I didn’t have to rearrange any part of my schedule to spend time with her.
She didn’t make it easy for me, though. Her flight was delayed and did not touch down in LA until after midnight on Friday. Having been absolutely stone-cold terrified of starting a new job and not sleeping all week, driving home from the airport at 1am wasn’t really at the top of my list of ways to start my weekend. We got home and cracked a bottle of Monster’s Park with Coconut and Cacao, watched an episode of Chef’s Table, and called it a night.
We had a plan of sorts for Saturday. We knew we wanted brunch, we knew I needed some socks (callback to my earlier sock comment), and we knew we were hosting a bottle share Saturday night with friends. Brunch came down to a decision between Grand Central Market and “the field,” so we chose the latter and wound up at Connie & Ted’s. I had the biscuits and gravy, which was Maine lobster, 2 sunny side eggs, buttermilk biscuits and lobsterÂ gravy. Quite good. Washed it all down with a Phantom Carriage Fog Island. I had to default to my sister when it came to shopping, and she suggested the boutiques on Robertson. We popped into a couple stores but she was the only one to make any purchases there…which, now that I think about it, might have been her plan all along. From there we went to the Beverly Center and I left feeling like I’d taken a hours-long seminar on men’s fashion. Somewhere around the time she offered to send me a color chart to help me match socks to pants to shirts my eyes started to glaze over.
What was supposed to be a small bottle share at my apartment Saturday night turned into a poolside barbecue where I played Cicerone for five or ten friends. A friend happened to be housesitting in a beautiful house in the Hollywood Hills a half mile or so from my place, and she offered up the placeÂ for the night. There was a diving competition (I think I won?), there were mermaid tails, and jacuzzi time, and we drank a pretty decent amount of really good beers. Beachwood Blendery Propagation 004 and Propagation 1.e35, SARA Farmhouse Noir, Deschutes Pinot Suave, de Garde Tableau Rouge, The Bruery Les Ronces, Lost Abbey Duck Duck Gooze, and The Bruery Mocha Wednesday were all opened and enjoyed. We barbecued. There were hot dogs and hamburgers. SisterÂ made a buffalo chicken dip that went over quite well.
Sunday cameÂ shockingly easy, with nary a hangover to be felt. A group of us decided to go for brunch at Barbrix in Silver Lake. For years I’ve been attached to group texts where my friends plan their Sunday brunches together while I’ve been stuck at work. Finally getting to enjoy some bottomless mimosas and revel with them felt great. Towards the end of the meal I made the comment that my first weekend off in Los Angeles was such a rousing success that when the next one rolls around and I’mÂ not out brunching and partying in the hills, I’m not going to know what to do with myself. As far as I know everybody goes out to brunch every weekend and then goes shopping and then luxuriates in a hot tub at night. That’sÂ the only weekend I know. Hell, I even came up with the idea of making “Saturday” and “Sunday” into verbs because I didn’t know how else to describe the myriad new experiences I was having. “I’m Saturdaying!” I kept shouting over and over… Steadily growing drunker…then it was “Sundaying.” Through the afternoon, into the evening, past Game Â of Thrones, straight to the airport to return my sister to New Jersey. All weekendÂ I was weekending. It was great!
And now it’s Monday. And the Titan record has long stopped spinning. I’ve switched to that OJ Simpson documentary series that’s been airing on ESPN. I’m going to put the computer down and try to relax for a couple hours before bed. This is my life now.
Mugstar – Time Machine [MP3]
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