Back to life, back to reality, back to the here and now *

...or at least, it will be once I manage to drag my carcass into bed. :)

Still, despite having to work at Cinefart both days this weekend (ick) I still had one of the loveliest weekends evar. Friday night morlock came over and there was much with the glomphing and the "OMG I missed you come here and kiss me," which was sweet and happy and full of the potentially neighbor-disturbing shenanigans. The next morning I spent the morning watching the end of the first season of Lost, and then I went to work and had the most boring slow shift evar, but I didn't mind because I was in the back stand and was mercifully spared the commercial loop and the bigger crowds, and during the downtime got to read Blankets, which was a graphic novel morlock had dropped into my lap with a directive of "Read. Now." I also have a list somewhere of all the words you can possibly make out of the word "Concessions," as I did spend a good portion of my shift staring at the lit sign, and morlock has in his possession the letter I scribbled on receipt paper.

Of course, the back stand does have drawbacks, as it is the repository of dead or broken hardware. The popper alarm doesn't work (not to mention the popcorn drawer itself gets stuck and requires a Bruce Lee flying dragon kick to get it closed, and the register drawer doesn't pop by itself, to name a few examples. And the grouchly old popper bit me while I was cleaning it, so I have a deep painful gouge in the base of my elbow. still, the day was more good than bad, and at the end of it morlock came and got me, treated me to dinner at the diner, where we had the usual fun chatting with lysscat and Cassie, and then went home, probably upset the neighbors some more (perhaps some Charles in Charge next time?) ** and then proceeded to sleep until noon and stay in bed until 3:30, with the exception of breakfast/brunch/whatever, which we haven't done since the Farmhouse.

Overall, good good weekend. But I have to go work in the morning. :(

* Cookie to the person who can identify the group that sang this as well as name their other big hit.

** I'd be dead surprised if anyone else gets this reference, though anzovin, sundart, inle_rah, extrajoker and probably reverend_tom aren't allowed to guess.

Michaels

It's always jarring when you find out that someone you know/knew no longer walks the waking world. Even if it's someone you weren't particularly close to, or had lost touch with.

Today I found out that Mike Giusto passed on last month - he worked at the theater with sundart and I way back when, he even was a manager for a little while. It's so weird when you hear about things like this, you feel guilty for not keeping in touch, sad to have lost someone you've shared some sort of common experience with, no matter how briefly... especially when you remember the person in question being likable, and funny... just an all around good guy. Plus it's always that much sadder when the person dies young. He was only 24.

Rest in peace, man. You will be missed.

Somehow this made me think of all the Mikes I've known - Michael T. from first grade, who had the same birthday as me and whom I had a cute little first grade crush on cause he was sweet, denonymous (though considing the two names I've always known him by it took me until nearly the end of this entry to remember he's one too) and mike1, mike2 and mike3 from the old MSFC (pjamms, Mlemonick and Dartt, respectively). On a whim I typed mike3's name into Google, and found his LJ. Left him a comment, hope I'll hear back, as I've been genuinely wondering how he's been lately.

So today I raise a glass (or more appropriately, a Mike's Hard Lemonade) to all you Mikes out there, past, present, here and gone on. Salud.