My Weekend

I spent my Saturday in the car most of the day, driving out to San Antonio and then rubber-banding back to Houston. I was up around 4:30 so we could get there on time, and unfortunately in my dazed stupor I forgot to pack a book. Luckily, I spotted a Borders while my mom was in Starbucks and I dashed in, stumbling up the stairs to find something. I managed to snag a copy of Eragon and was looking for the first Leven Thumps to try out, but unfortunately no one could find a copy before I had to dash back out again. The checkout people must be used to hurried customers like me: she start to offer me a Border’s card, but I waved my hands and said ‘Sorry, no time!’ So she slammed my receipt into the book, gave me a lightening-fast thank you, and had me checked out in 10 seconds, without even making me sign the receipt.

We proceeded to Houston and met up with a family who used to live close to here. We stayed there until around 9 at night. As usual it took a good thirty minutes before any of the kids would talk to someone as scary as me, but after a few British impressions, an alternate-reality Three Little Pigs story and quite a few jabs at their neighbors’ odd chimneys, all was well. I was quite surprised that good Catholic children like them knew the Souja Boy Dance, and even more surprised they knew who Soulja Boy was anyway. I tried to bring things back down to rated G by calling him 25 Cent- they cut me off saying I was wrong, it was 50 Cent. So much for un-subverting the youth. We made a bunch of videos with my cell phone camera, including one of them doing the Soulja Boy Dance and one of me as the Mad British Shusher.

On Sunday I was informed rather hastily that I am now the number 1 Kaleb according to Yahoo.com. Hopefully that will last a while. I followed that discovery with a bit more reading of Eragon followed with dashing out to be gone again by 1, to return by 7, and finally to fall into bed around 10.