Most of the day was spent on getting some more bits ready to go. I went out (on another gorgeous day) and got my car IM’d and registered so it’s all legal to sell, as it looks like I’ve got a buyer. Kinda funny — the first time in about a year and a half that my car will be legally registered, and I’m only going to have it for probably a few more days. Ah, well…so things go in the life of a procrastinator, right? Anyway, got that done, then came home and did some more work on the room, but then got stalled when I realized I’d run out of boxes to actually put stuff in.
A while after I’d stalled on the room, James and Marc came over with their usual war cry — “We’re bored!” As always, none of us could really come up with anything amazingly interesting to do (fairly typical for Anchorage), and ended up just kicking back here at the house for a while, chatting and killing time with Rick, and then later Erika, Deven, and Don when they stopped by. As usual, I got more than my fair share of age-related cracks…somehow, being the ‘old man’ of this group of friends isn’t really all that good of a deal. Remember when kids were taught to respect their elders?
Well, okay, so neither do I, but it sure seems like a good idea sometimes. :)
Since Marc has the misfortune of needing to be up and awake at 3:30am for his job, we eventually all parted ways for the evening. Still stuck in the throes of boredom, James and I decided to head out and find something to do, and started by heading over to James and Marc’s apartment to let Marc crash out and get a change of shirt for James. When we got out of the apartment, however, I was greeted by the sight of two pranksters sitting in my car going through everything they could find — the one time I don’t lock my doors….
Luckily, it happened to be Royce and Rod. They’d stopped by the same apartment building to talk to another friend, and had noticed my car on their way out. As I’d left the door unlocked, they decided to have some fun — until I walked out and caught them red-handed. They decided to join James and I in our quest for ‘something to do,’ and the four of us ended up heading out to ‘koots, having a few drinks, and babbling for a while. Was quite nice — having known Royce since 4th grade (and yes, the rumors are true — Royce’s dad is responsible for gracing me with the nickname of “Woody”), and Rod since high school, I’d wanted to get a chance to see them both before I left. We spent a couple hours catching up, then took off.
After dropping James off back at his place and talking for a while longer there, I finally decided it was time to take myself home and fall over. So, here I am again, doing my usual late-night post before crashing out. Funny how these keep getting later and later — I knew that as soon as I wasn’t working, I’d start slipping back into my nocturnal ways. Good or bad, I’m not sure, but I’m quite definitely a night owl….