Jenna's House of Idiosyncrasies Version 10.0 [Focus.]

Friday morning I got up and went to work, and there was Big City Bread for breakfast, which was awesome, but we were also slammed, which was not so awesome. I was also majorly stressing about a test I had that afternoon. I had stayed up really late studying, so besides feeling totally unprepared I was falling-down tired. I clocked out, went down to the Taco Stand, ordered a few tacos and some sweet tea and studied, studied, studied. It was all for naught, however, because when I went to take my test, I discovered that I basically knew nothing. So we'll see how that score comes out.

My father came up from Winder and sat down at College Square and let me draw him for a few hours. He was playing guitar, and while this attracted a share of unsavory characters, it also drew over a lovely, aimicable Venezuelan art student named Tino. Tino also plays classical guitar and was absolutely enchanted with the fact that my father did as well.

We all hung out for a while while I did some bad drawings of Dad, and then Dad bought me dinner at Gandolfo's, one of the few places downtown I hadn't been before. Then Dad went back to Winder and I went home. Abie and I spent most of the evening after that making t-shirts, which you will have to see to believe. Then she and I took a walk around the neighborhood before returning home and going to bed.

I had promised my Dad I would go with him to Covington on Saturday afternoon to see Priscilla, daughter of my great Aunt Jet who passed away earlier this week. I was woken by his call at 12:30, so I stumbled out of bed, showered, threw some belongings in a bag and off we drove into the sunny afternoon. It wasn't until we arrived in Covington, nay, until we were at Priscilla's driveway, that Dad told me he hadn't warned Priscilla of our arrival. It was also not until this time that I remembered that Priscilla literally lives in an antebellum mansion in the nicest part of Convington. I don't know how that slipped my mind.

We went through the back entrance into the kitchen only to find that no one was home. Dad sat down and wrote a note while I wondered around the first floor of the house. The house is so frozen in time. Two parlors are set up on either side of a grand entrance, perfect for receiving guests. There is not a tv of stereo in sight. The whole place is filled with antique furniture and persian rugs, except for the playroom in the basement, which was filled with toys when I was a child (I doubt it is now, I preferred not to check). I remember being completely fascinated with this whole place, and to this day, it reminds me of being very young, and holds the distinction of being the only place that makes me at all nostalgic for a childhood that was occupied mostly by what is normally classified as trauma. Seeing it with the occupants absent only emphasised the reminiscence, because while they have aged, the house hasn't changed in a decade or more.

Letter completed, Dad came to collect me, and we were on our way back to Winder. He went to work, and I went back to the house, where I mostly watched TV and played with the dog. JJ called and invited me over, and during my visit it was decided that, whether I like it or not, I am going to Music Midtown with him. He also wants Maggie, Ellis, and “you know, the whole crew” to get together and go. I don't think they know yet. In any case, they know now. So, despite my test the Monday after, I am going. Lord help me, I am going to Music Midtown once more.

I left JJ's, got Waffle House to go (beer always makes me want Waffle House, who knows what that's about), went home and watched something on TBS, waiting for sleep to come on. Which it did. And it stayed til 5:30 in the afternoon. What the hell?

After that, Sunday wrapped up quickly, with some dinner with Dad, Simpsons, grocery shopping, and finally arriving home at half past midnight.

How was your weekend?