First, on Friday, I had bar time.
Then I slept in. First was useful by getting gas. Nearly 10 gallons. The most I've put in this car before this was about half a gallon more, so I wasn't quite on fumes, but close. Then I rested some more at home; last week? Long week. Plus I wanted to save energy...
...for my third trip to Trek in the Park's "The Trouble With Tribbles." Saturday I saw the penultimate (dramatic word, isn't it?) performance. Did a crap job of running into or visiting people in the crowd -- I know online friends of mine who I've seen in person before were in the audience, and I knew I was close to them, but I never found them. (I apologized online to them later.) Fun show, as I knew it'd be, with the added bonus of Portland's own nerd-folk duo The Doubleclicks playing a set after the show. Jesse Graff, Atomic Arts's Spock, joined them for a gag on their song with the line "I fell in love with a Spock impersonator..."; well played, you three. (I won't give away the gag.)
Home, eventually -- the bus can take a while -- then more rest. And a Sunday morning when I realized: I want to be around people, even if I'm not necessarily visiting them. Which I achieved by walking, first up to Goat Field again -- where the goats have been joined, inexplicably, by a chicken -- then up to the Superpod, where Big-Ass Sandwiches is. Said hi to one of the people in the cart -- the only one at the pod open at the time, but still getting a decent stream of people -- then sat down in the covered seating and read. (Lots of reading this weekend: alternating between my work-through, finally, of The Iliad and David Gerrold's autobiographical novel The Martian Child, about his adopted son. More walking (and another visit to watch the goats and chicken), then, eventually, home.
Then more social time, more than usual for me on Sundays: I drove to the Pearl District, next to downtown, and visited my departing friend Nance Cedar (who I met via Can't Stop the Serenity and Geek Trivia). She held a going-away party before she road-trips to Albuquerque. Then I drove to Beulahland to have a light dinner while yelling at soccer, then grinning at music videos (Beulahland has "Eye Candy," a compilation of music videos, every Sunday night). Then home once more, to have dreams related to Atomic Arts as I wonder what they'll be up to now that Trek in the Park is over.