The weekend started out good and then went to crap.

Saturday: fun, fun, fun. Got to sleep in until eleven (at which point Dave called wanting me and Demma to come down for lunch), did lunch, then we had major girl shopping time. Which was a total blast. We did the "girl porn" thing and actually looked at wedding dresses, even though none of the ones there were our style. (She's going very traditional Renaissance for hers and is researching a lot.) Not to mention bridal magazine browsing. And a trip to the fabric store to look at Renaissance patterns and pick up some beads. And a trip to a hippie candle store, where I acquired a shiny heart cutout ring for $6. Oh, and I finally got a cell phone. Went with Sprint finally because (a) the AT&T plan I thought looked good said you had to sign up for 2 years, and (b) Sprint offered me a free cell phone. My cell is lovely and works well and is a slick piece of work. Yay me.

After all the girl shopping, we hauled Dave around to look for cheap softball equipment (there wasn't any), then hit Pizza Hut, then went home and fooled around with Sims. He's doing a SimDave and Jennifer again, and last I checked I was learning to play the guitar, while he made garden gnomes.

Sunday, however...

"Ow. Ow. Ow ow ow. Ow ow ow OW ow ow!"

That was pretty much Dave all day long. He tweaked his back somehow (sleeping funny? who knows) earlier in the week, and it had been getting worse every day in the morning, but kinda wore off as the day went on. That day, however, it was er, much worse. He even called in sick and skipped the softball game (which he'd been making a big deal about) to go to the ER and get checked out.

So we spent the day in there, doing about what you'd expect- sit there doing nothing for hours. Dave kept complaining after we went over an hour in the wait, and I was all "Um, that's what triage is, they get the people who are BLEEDING first." The whole thing reminded me of around Christmas when my mom got incredibly stiff and sore and I went with her to the doctor. Pretty much same reaction here- "well, there's probably nothing wrong, must be sore muscles, here's some drugs and a paper saying no heavy lifting for three days."

The train was an hour late getting there, so at least I got some last minute quality time in. I tried calling Mom from the train at the time I would have normally gotten home to fake that I was home, but I guess she could hear the noise of the train running and said "You're not home yet?" Big mistake to try calling early- she made me call her when I got on the bus AND got home instead. Oh yeah, and she went on a lot about how Aunt Susie is worried that Kristen's getting into a "bad crowd" because the popular girls go to a different church than the Methodist one, and these girls are bitches. Oh yeah, and some 35-year-old church counselor took her to lunch one day. Ew there.

I don't know when I'll be seeing him again. That whole thing about how Amtrak will start shutting down on Wednesday if they're not immediately given money, and how the government can't immediately do that, leads me to believing that next weekend won't be happening via train. Unfortunately, I checked and Greyhound doesn't go into Davis to take me to Modesto- I'd have to start out in Sacramento. A shorter and a bit cheaper trip, but how the hell would I get out there? Ugh. I may be staying home for awhile.

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