Some Days Even My Lucky Rocketship Underpants Don't Help

On the whole, its been a very good weekend. My grandparents and my mom drove up to visit me this weekend. It was great to see them and all, but it was also great to eat a lot of free food while visiting. They drove up Saturday morning and got here around lunchtime. After a tour of the apartment (10 minutes or so) we went to Applebee's for a light lunch. I think I was the only one that had anything close to a light lunch (I tried their new sirloin bistro sandwich - tasty).

After lunch I showed them around the UTSI campus before we came back to the apartment and sat around visiting, which was great. Mom thought the couch was really comfortable, but that's just because she was on the end that doesn't see much traffic. Around 5:30, Jeff joined us for dinner at Western Sizzlin'. That was the best meal we've had there so far. Since we didn't really have room for all three of them, they stayed at the Hampton Inn near the Wal-Mart. It turns out that there was a Jack Daniel's Barbecue Festival in town this weekend, and about every hotel from Murfreesboro to Chattanooga was booked. Fortunately, Dad has some serious hotel-booking kung-fu and was able to shoe horn them in.

Before Mom and Nan & Pop headed back, we ate breakfast at the Crackerbarrel in Manchester. Pop got his grits, and I had my pancakes and country ham. I also made off with three bottles of the pure maple syrup - the perfect crime. It was great getting to see them, and let them see what's up here.

And this is when the weekend started turning sour. After Jeff and I got back from breakfast, I felt the rumblings of a sinus headache, so I took some benedryl. Now, most of the time, my headache goes away at the expense of a little bit of drowsiness and/or light-headedness but nothing I can't handle. However, every once in a while, its more like a low-grade concussion. This was one of those times. I wound up very drowsy, irritable, and more than a little clumsy.

So I decided to go disc golfing. Bad Idea. My throws went from bad to worse, I kept tripping over myself, and was just generally in a bad mood. On the 16th hole, I lost it. Things were said, things were thrown, and a sports bottle was killed. Game over.

A late lunch at McAlister's went a long way towards making me feel a lot more human. Eventually I came back from that weird benedryl place, and I spent the evening relaxing and fiddling with my website. That's right, my website. I'll elaborate more sometime this week.