Happy @#$%ing Monday!

Weekends can suck. This weekend was pretty OK, tending toward suckage at the beginning, but veering back towards pretty cool later on. Friday night, I went to the Fitchburg Great Dane (a ‘brew-pub’ with several locations in Madison… As local chains go, tops,) to cheer a work colleague who left the company suddenly two weeks ago, and starts her new job, incidentally, today. M. is doing fine, and had a wonderful interlude to spend with her son. However, after a lovely bitch-fest with folks from work, I left for downtown and Orpheus’ place. We had difficulty deciding where to go for dinner, finally settling on a gourmet pizza place on the other side of town from my apartment. Now, the roads weren’t exactly good on Friday. In fact, they were downright awful, dangerous, terrifying, and any number of other, nastier adjectives that I hesitate to record here. Not a good idea to do this, I thought, but O. hasn’t been there yet, so… When it came time to pay, I discovered that my debit card had gone missing. No problem, really. Orpheus paid, and I started going nuts.
The feeling of nuttiness only grew as we slowly crawled the icy roads back to my domicile, this exercise in transportation feeling almost Doctor Zhivago-like in both its’ pacing and snow-encrusted vistas. When we got back, I immediately looked up the lost/stolen number for my card, and had it shut down. This was the least stressful part of the evening, as it used to be something that I did for a living, so I knew procedure. Fortunately, everything was more or less OK. No unexpected charges came up, so the card was likely lost to the elements at some point, and has cracked under-tire in extreme temperatures or some-such. Saturday, I went to the Credit Union, got out a fat wad of cash, paid O. back for dinner, and cooked to vent my stress. I made a meatloaf which, honestly, was a little off, two beautiful quiches, hummus with a roasted red pepper added for flavor and color, and, essentially, a babaganoosh with roasted peppers for flavor. We tried to go dancing Saturday night, but they were charging a cover for a crappy DJ at the club, so we said “no thanks!” and got to, umm, “sleep” instead.
On Sunday, I went to an informal gathering of my role-playing group. Because more than one member was away, we did a game day. I brought one of the quiches I baked, and got a bunch of requests for the recipe. Orpheus and I also did a little shopping, buying some slightly exotic spices, and oils we want to experiment with while cooking. I also bought a copy of the big boxed set of Apples to Apples, which I’ve been coveting for a long time, but which was not played at game day (more’s the pity). I made a hearty dinner of baked chicken strips (tarted-up Bisquick-chic), spiced potato wedges, and salad. We had some pretty satisfying sex, then slept all crappy, and here I am. Happy effing’ Monday!