In which I tell you about my weekend.

Friday night I called Bread when I left the office and he was at his mom’s. I went there, and all three of us went over to the Dew Drop. I ended up sitting and chatting with my MIL for a couple of hours; it was a lot of fun but sitting in a bar wasn’t doing my health much good so I eventually had to leave.

Around nine Ray and I had a text message storm. I didn’t actually want to go out because I’d been sick all week, but I wanted to know what was going on. She was hanging with Gorgeous and maybe they were going for a drink or something. I played around on the Internet and eventually went to bed. (Yawn.)

Saturday I slept in. Bread and I went out for Mexican food, then bought some groceries for our empty larder. There’s a new dairy apparently; we got milk and chocolate milk in glass bottles.

When we got home we put the groceries away. I did a little housework, he did some landscaping. Then I went to town and worked on the seva laptop at C’s. Picked up Amazon Blonde on my way to LISCO to borrow a 2.5″ hard drive converter, went back to C’s. Never could get the old drive to spin up. Drove C and AB to the auction dinner, bought tickets, went in.

The food was awesome. AB and I ate with Puffer, and our crazy conversation had the other couple at the table alternately sniffing and laughing out loud. Mother’s little sister was serving desserts and everyone at the table had something different; I had a slice of C’s decadent chocolate layer cake and it. Was. GOOD.

After eating, AB and I checked out the silent auction stuff, then bought clothes. She got a sari and choli; I got two punjabi sets — one in red and one in green.

Ray called and we went to the Hideaway to meet her. After a drink, AB and I left. I dropped AB off at home and went back to C’s, where I reconstructed the seva database out of parts because this year’s iteration was lost when she dropped her laptop and the hard drive failed. GW sat at the piano and played 70’s pop songs and I sang along while working. (All of the work of hosting Amma‘s visit to Iowa each year is done by volunteers. This work is called “seva,” which means sacred sacrifice. We assign this huge amount of work using this piece-of-crap database I built a few years ago. It’s a kludge. I hate it, but it’s the only game in town. Other tour stops do it all by hand; our database lets us print reports, at least.) I had fun singing, and eventually we had a database that should work. C lost her previous data entry, but says she’ll survive.

I left about a quarter past twelve, stopped for gas, stopped put air in my tire (the jeep needs new tires like a year ago), and then stopped to buy Bread sour cream and onion soup mix even though I knew he’d be asleep by the time I got home.

He was. Passed out on the couch in front of the telly.

I put the groceries away, admired my new punjabis, and went to bed.

Today Bread woke me with a mocha latté made from the new milk. Yum! BoSe came out with his four dogs; he and Bread went to MILs to move some furniture for her. I did laundry, worked on Bread’s eBay listings, puttered around.

I blew off tonight’s band practice. BvB couldn’t be there anyway, and since our drummer got married and moved away it’s not like we’re practicing for gigs or anything — we’re not even technically a band right now. (We’re looking for a drummer, if you happen to know any.)

We haven’t set a date for the barn party, but it’ll probably be in early June.

Excuse me while I go throw some stuff in the dryer and go settle on the porch to read sci-fi.