Weekends

I work night shift. That's not really a secret. Usually I use my weekends to recover from working until four most nights, and sleeping until noon most days, and attempting to act like a normal person. That's not really surprising, I should think. The last couple of weeks haven't been that way.

Last weekend was Burning Dan, which wasn't as great of a success as I would have hoped. Turn out was less than anticipated, but someone unexpected showed up, and I would like to think things are better for that.

This weekend we went to Kings Island. It was Brian, Jordan, Maureen, Me, Michelle, and Pat, alphabetically. I drove, mostly. Pat was awake, mostly. We rode everything, mostly. Firehawk was awesome entirely. We rode it at dusk, so I got the "You can sort've see the ground we want you to think you're about to smash into" effect without having the deal with the "We're going to hoist you up this hill while you lay on your back and stare at the sun" hassle I imagine is sometimes involved. In retrospect, It seems silly that we were at the park for almost twelve consecutive hours and probably rode rides for a total of about five minutes (and that's a generous estimate), but it was definately fun.

The day after Kings Island (which would be Sunday), we went to Indianapolis. It was Brian, Ryan, Me, CJ, and Patrick, in order of descending height (I think). I drove. Pat stayed awake. We saw Social Distortion. It was fun. There was some skinhead who got thrown out of the entirely non-racist punk concert, and a couple of guys wearing Minor Threat shirts, who openly boasted their love for drinking beer. I also got to dance to Ring of Fire, while a Black girl in a Jonas Brothers vest skanked infront of me.

We ate Steak and Shake twice in two days, and I drove something like 300 miles, and spent something near 10 hours in the car. It was pretty sweet, I guess.

This coming weekend is another six hours in the car, followed by three days in the mountains, followed by six hours in the car. I guess I should start packing soon.