I had plans this weekend

And the only thing that really came to fruition wasn't planned.

(And when I figure out how something that wasn't planned can come to fruition, I'll let you know.)

The planned: Alternate between two birthday parties on Friday night. Go for a run on Saturday morning. Use the rest of the day to go into the city and buy a suit and bed stand.* Get a haircut. Get up early Sunday to watch UCLA-Memphis and Kansas-UNC. Go to the first ever Australian Red Bull Flugtag in the afternoon. Get some Mexican food for dinner.**

*Yeah, that's right. Over one month in my new place, and save for my bed, I still don't have any furniture in it. Walking into my bedroom after being through the rest of the house is like walking through the "extra" door at Mikitas Donuts in Wayne's World 2,*** only to reveal a violent battle of epic proportions. (Hmmm, will anyone remember this scene? Has this analogy been completely wasted? It's a good analogy, I swear! wish I could find a video of the scene because that might actually do it some justice. But, alas. I probably should have just come up with something better. Whatever.)

**In the last few weeks, I've had a massive craving for Mexican food. Now, Mexican food here is shit. I know this all too well from personal experience. When I was first here in 2002, I had some guacamole with the consistency of toothpaste. Gawd awful, I'm telling you. But I'm desperate. And I've found an establishment that's apparently run by a bona fide Mexican. So this has to be good... right? Well, no. Not necessarily. We'll see.

***By the way, loved him or hated him (I often fell at different ends of the spectrum), rest in peace. (He comes in at the one minute mark of this video.)

The reality? Started Friday night way too hard and made it until about 10pm. Went for a run on Saturday morning, which hurt much more than it helped, as all the crap that I put into my stomach the night before went on a nice spin cycle. Spent the rest of the day feeling bad for myself. Went out to a going away party (not planned until a few hours beforehand) and had a great time. Woke up to a beautiful day three hours later, only to stay inside for UCLA-Memphis. Became horribly depressed when the Bruins lost. Went over to some friends' place, moped and watched the last half of Babel* and (unfortunately) all of Disturbia.** Went home. Went to bed.

*I may have liked this if I had watched the whole thing. Instead... eh.

**Crap.

I had plans. Maybe next weekend.