My friend, Baby Duck, came to vist me at my apartment for the weekend. I worked Monday and some extra hours so I didn't have to come in on Saturday. My mind was unaware of the cavalcade of comedy and error that would occur in the course of a few days.
Duck showed up at my apartment a bit late, which I completely understood because the signs getting into SA from any direction are a bit confusing with construction and all (which, incidentally, is an intergral sight during any travel time in any Texas city, and Duck had to cross through Austin...last time I was there, downtown Austin was all jacked up due to construction and it still is). As soon as he pulled up to my apartment, we noticed his tire was completely flat. Not to worry, we just had to get him inside and worry later.
A short preface: Duck's been a cayt person for life. He's got 6 cats and he's had many cats growing up. So he knows how cats are. Lulu met him and freaked out. Growling like a dog, hissing, etc. We're sure it is because Duck and all of his stuff have the scent of 6 cats, undetectable by our human noses (she actually went into the closet and started trying to pick a fight with his jacket). This was a constant from Friday until Monday. Lulu would follow him into other rooms just to lunge at him and make noise. When we went for a walk with her on a leash, I had to hold her back like a pit bull: she was determined to break the leash to get after this guy. At some point, she generalised her anger to me. This morning, Lulu snuggled with me, the hissed at me and growled. Psychotic cat.
So all weekend we listened to music, watched DVDs and VHS movies I scored cheaply and tried to burn a lot of music with my slow-ass CD burner (over an hour for ONE CD), all the while snacking and trying to nab the next great meal (compliments to Michelle who cooked stuffed trout, a breakfast casserole, and a chicken and artichoke dish). Michelle had a blast because she said "while you boys do your thing, I get to have some me time." She also provided some abstract humor late Saturday night/Sunday morning that no one is allowed to repeat (under penalty of death).
Monday, the carpet cleaners show up per orders from the mangement. I'm out changing Duck's tire (I'm good at doing it, the car was parked in a cramped place, and Duck's half a foot taller than me). Tire's changed, but my dumb ass locked his keys in the trunk with the tire iron. This results in a hour wait from some locksmith (second time I've locked keys in cars in SA). Guy uses picks, does a smooth job, we run on the spare donut to Discount Tires of Texas. Since they're all connected by computer and Duck paid for the lifetime warranty, he gets a free tire while we wait at the nearby Target, debating the merits of different movies in the Target DVD section, killing time and goofing off.
Duck nabs a copy of Z-Trips's 'Uneasy Listening Volume One,' I hand him some old Ninja Tune/Shadow Records releases and lead him out of town (getting out of SA is a bit easier) and roll back home listening to a new Mr. Dibbs release (rockin' stuff, that guy). Last night, my fiancee and I watched 'Lovely and Amazing,' which was a fun movie, while I downed two cold stuffed trout and a sandwich (I felt the food guilt of not staying on my diet for over 4 days).
You can get a copy of Donnie Darko on DVD for 10.98, with cool features. That includes shipping. That movie is always on at our place now. James Duval really clinches the movie for me.
Now if anyone else visits me in SA, I'm sure the cat will behave. She just smelled the 6 cats from Duck and got jealous and pissed.