Saturday there was breakfast up at Margie’s that I sort of got there for, but the real work got done when James came to help install Panther on my laptop. Now I’m only one step behind the operating system curve. We also came up with ideas for how to get it hooked back up to the internet, but I have since found out that a simple router won’t work (the Eggmans have one and can’t share the connection between computers which defeats my purposes). Any suggestions for how I might run a simple piece of windows client software on a Mac without ridiculously overwrought software would be greatly appreciated.

Then there was mountain climbing and an overpopulous quest into town for tacopizzas. But the tacopizza place had no electricity to run its oven. Great curses were uttered. I fully expect a host of “unexplained” deaths and illnesses to be surfacing at the ol’ power company this week.

Eventually we thinned out the herd a bit and headed back to my place and lazed about until dinner. Dinner was a buffet at this restaurant downtown that was pretty good. The early parts were marred by our misplacing of Scott & Emily who we’d invited but not really made it very clear how things were going to work. Since the weekend was not my responsibility and it sounded like things were arranged I hadn’t worried about it. Sadly that meant that nothing had been arranged with them at all. After dinner I found them and apologized and they came to our massive shared dessertiness.

The massive dessertiness just about killed my kitchen. We hadn’t really planned ahead very well for creating my chocolate turkey so it was all a last second dash to assemble and bring it all down. Despite what you might assume, a chocolate turkey originating from my imagination is a three dimensional affair, and one that sadly collapsed by the time we’d gotten down three flights of stairs.

So there was the rushed creation of something out of ice cream mess. And then when Jeremy and I ran back to get the drinks that I was responsible for (since Margie had assumed that I wouldn’t be making any dessert, being young and male and all) I flung a 2.5L bottle of coke on the floor where it exploded like a spinning spraying pressurized grenadey thing. So everything, including Jeremy, my microwave and the walls got all sticky and brown.

I was a little frazzled at all this.

After the dessert time people were invited to my place for a “cool” movie (thusly implying that Margie’s movie would be lame), but the invitation was done well enough to get a group of cool people (plus one) over that we didn’t even need a movie.

Sunday was lowish key. I skipped a banquet lunch thing with the Foreign Affairs Office and Myrrl and the rest of the Wanzhou [organization redacted]ers to perform hostly duties that didn’t involve a third meal with a million people in as many days. We got tacopizzas and went DVD shopping, then sat around watching Holly mark papers. We had grilled cheese (cheddar brought from Virginia) sandwiches for supper. Which was awesome of Holly to sacrifice in sharing. I know I wouldn’t have.

Anyway, that was the weekend. And no one commented on how I exist like a beast, even if they were all thinking it. Now I need a week to recover.