Saturday I woke up around 9, it was dark/gloomy and raining -- SO depressing. I watched a movie, can't remember which one, then I gathered up my laundry and walked up the street. I did my laundry and watched a crazy college game, three overtimes. Later, I picked up some chicken and watched The Magnificent Seven.
Sunday the sun came out. I watched football, all day long. I was following my fantasy football team. It's so exciting! I don't know how I did this week but it seemed like a lot of my guys had great Sundays. At 7, I had to walk over to a bookstore for a movie screening. Kipley Wentz, my friend Tiffany's brother, was showing his movie. I was supposed to be over at Tiffany's at 6 but I was SO out of it socially, I just couldn't get it together. Staying indoors for two days was not such a great plan after all. The film was good but the chair was a new experience in pain. I was glad I went.
So that was about it for my weekend. I know, "YAWN", but you wouldn't want me to lie. Liars are the worst!
Diary bonus story: I've had my eye on a motorcycle on Ebay all week. The price was right and the bike was soooo sexy. It was an Italian bike, a Moto Guzzi.
Not Bob's
It's an automatic bike, no shifting! Crazy. This was on my mind so much that Friday night I had a dream that I was riding a motorcycle and my shoe got sucked into the chain drive. I was ok but my shoe was turned into a sandal. Anyway, the bidding was too high (I'm very poor) and the motorcycle dream is still a dream. Half the fun of motorcycle ownership for me would have been saying, "Moto Guzzi". "Yes, that's my Moto Guzzi." Oh, you ride a Moto Guzzi too?" SEE HOW COOL THAT SOUNDS! Damn.
That's it!
Have a great day.
Stay gold,
Bob
J Lo, I'm on the next bus to LA baby, everything's going to be OK.
