Farewell Weekend

It's 9:40 p.m. Pacific Standard Time. Pam is scheduled to get off work at 11:30 p.m.; often on Fridays, however, The 'Rise lets her out early, so who knows when she'll walk in the door. Sometimes it's nine o'clock. Sometimes it's one a.m. In any case, I'm going to try to squeeze in a little blog post here. Don't be surprised if this post ends mid-sentence. Or perhaps I'll finish it but I won't have time to proofread, in which case, don't judge me in the morning when the word "address" has one d and the word "across" has two c's. For some reason I always have trouble with those two words.

So here's a blog post. To officially start, here too is my Official Excuse For Not Blogging In Over a Week: "I stumbled upon a Harry Potter fan fiction, and I've been reading it pretty much for every spare minute over the past two or three days, sorry blog. 99.999% of Harry Potter fan fiction is sophomoric dribble written by 13 year old girls who have crushes on Ron Weasley. This wonderful piece of literature, I can assure you, is both amazing and intelligent. It's pretty much (so far) a complete rewrite of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, written as if Harry had grown up as a pure academic. Everyone other character is the same, but Harry uses pure reason and logic instead of, as he did in the novels, living his life affected by visceral emotion. Anyways, just read it, if you are a fan of Harry Potter and want to stretch your brain a little bit."

Okay! Now to start the actual blog post! Quick! Pam just texted me to say she's on her way home! Uhhh, ummm... I'm blanking. What did we do?!?

Um, okay, we went to the Treasure Island hotel's pool. That was cool. I'll upload a picture that Pam took, but not now. I only have a few more minutes to write. We were able to gain access to this pool area so easily because a few weeks back (Family Weekend, to be precise), a rogue room key from TI was found on the streets of Fremont, and it was subsequently walleted by yours truly. So the old guy flippantly checking proof of residence at Treasure Island for pool access had no problem with letting us, "residents" of Treasure Island, into the pool area. (He did, for some reason, have a problem with us bring our water bottles poolside. Really, you think it's vodka? Take a sniff, why don't you, stinkin' narc.)

That was... Sunday. I want to say Sunday. Man, when Pam walks in the door and makes me end this post, it will probably be for the best. I'll get her to help me remember our week for me when she wakes up tomorrow morning. Which I estimate will probably be like 5 p.m. EST, so hey, check in with us on Sunday and see if we updated again!

Okay, what else? Ah! We went to the Rio's World Famous Seafood Buffet. This was the opposite of Terrible's buffet, which we've been to quite a few times thus far. Terrible's is ten dollars all-you-can-eat; Rio is FIFTY dollars (including tax). Terr----