Saturday night/Sunday, November 28th, 2010
It was my final night dog sitting at Randy's house and the neighborhood was eerily cold and quiet (he lives on the corner of 50th & Lyndale and cars were generally roaring along both streets 24/7). I was quietly sitting around with my girlfriend and little Hera, navigating through random websites and impatiently wishing I could be reading. The night was meant to be a relaxing one, with little interruption from the television or our friends. However, this soon changed after a phone call from my friend around 9:15. Glen and I hadn't seen each other in some time due to my regimented, co-dependent schedule with the dog, and my girlfriend and I agreed his presence was past due. He made it over in about a half an hour, while in the meantime I biked over to the liquor store to get some hard cider. We made a night out of playing cards and talking about the sort of existentially disappointing topics that so often come up among 23/24 year-olds. Overall it was a good night, despite Hera's frantic, tiny growls at these new intruders, and my unfortunate foray back into smoking (I had just quit a month prior but "wisely" decided it was a good time academically and seasonally to start again). We had a lot of good conversation regarding our destinies and promptly went to bed around 2:30am.
We woke up the next morning feeling somewhat drained but casually optimistic about the potentialities of a lazy Sunday, and decided to go to Perkins for a late-morning breakfast. Randy arrived later that afternoon, ecstatic to see "his baby," and on his return I breathed a deep sigh of relief. It had been a long, interesting week, but I made it out alive and even got a tip. As I mounted my bike for the ride home, I couldn't help but feel envious of Randy and his little hamster-dog.
