>School’s done, and now I can finally blog all the thoughts I’ve kept pent up in random wordpad documents for the past week and a half.
Alex’s first-cousin-once-removed, David, came to my parents’ house in San Antonio, and we joined them for a fun three-day holiday. During that time, we:
- played Canasta and San Marco
- sorted through family photos for my school archive project
- tested Alex’s awesome new camera-phone
- saw the Riverwalk parade and Christmas lights
- had some really crappy Mexican food (on the Riverwalk, no less!)
- had great Thanksgiving food–oh, the joyous holiday spread!
- came up nearly empty-handed on Black Friday (I won’t admit I bought this CD; you can’t make me!)
- saw Alex’s first shooting star
Then we came back and worked on the building, and I dubbed myself the Insulation Queen (to the tune, of course, of Abba’s “Dancing Queen“). And had to take two sick days thereafter because I didn’t wear a dust mask.
And in the mail: a collection of 50 martyr stories told by various comic artists. Hagiography and graphic storytelling: a bizarre pairing made in my kind of heaven.
The use of a dust mask this go-round averted further insulation-related misery on my part, although Alex couldn’t handle his mask for long and thus suffered, sadly. At least neither of us took sick days as a result, this time.
I spent Sunday working on my school projects–just like old times, before I graduated! Alex went shooting with our friend Brandon (the boardgame geek, not the Star Wars geek), and then they came back to the house and we all played Carcassone the City (which I beat them both at–woohoo!), and Mykerinos (which I was horrible at, but found interesting). We had much fun, but also much sadness, as Brandon is soon moving to Seattle.
And as for the rest of what happened on Sunday… we suffered the Great DVR Crisis. You can read about it in a post I’m titling, “Pop-Culture Junkie.”