Fun in the Little City

I decided to pull a LONG weekend. I left Home late Thursday night (originally I was going to leave before dinner, but I got pulled into making that chocolate cake), got to FHB just after 10pm, played some games with my cousins and then crashed. I'd been running on borrowed time ever since that last medevac to the Big City. I ended up sleeping right through until 11am... My excuse was that my phone died so I didn't have any way to tell the time, but really, I needed the sleep.

Anyways, even with that annoyingly late start to the day, I managed to fit in many games of badminton, more video games (I'm getting better with the darned 360 controllers), and was still able to drive two hours to the Little City and meet up with my brother right as he got off of work. We went out to dinner at a restaurant called Vallata. It was expensive, and supposedly an upscale establishment, but being Far Far Away the facilities were a little shoddy and there were people in t-shirts. *rolls eyes*

The food was also... meh. I could make better for a fraction of the cost. At the very least, it was a good opportunity to catch up with my brother, cE, and get to know V a little better. She's an amusing lady to be sure. Dinner also took close to two hours. Not even joking. I think at one point our waitress forgot about us. I mean, she even asked "have I asked you this already?"

Anyways, after dinner my brother and I tied up a few loose ends in the Little City and then stopped by his new residence. I didn't really get a chance to see more than the living room area as my attention became occupied by a very energetic little dog who was desperately trying everything to be noticed. I did, however, manage to convince him to drive back FHB with me, in spite of the hour (we ended up getting in at 12:30am >.>). Now, he could have just as easily come up in the morning, but I wanted to ride in his car. It has lumbar support. I don't know how, but I managed to put my back out driving from Home to FHB.

I'm not old enough to drink legally (I'll be honest, first draft of this I split that infinitive, clearly I was exposed to Star Trek at too young an age and it has permanently scarred my language skills) and I'm already experiencing back problems. FROM DRIVING. I'm in for a wonderful life. /sigh And yeah, badminton with lower back pain probably wasn't the smartest thing, but it was fun. And my team won every match. Also, coming down in the same car meant I got to spend four more hours (two on the drive down, and two on the drive back to pick up my car) with my brother. Always a plus.

Potentially, it could let me spend more time with him, but at the rate things are going it doesn't look like it. He's good at the whole sleeping in thing. I'm generally not. As proven by the fact that I'm up, all alone, typing this out at 7am even though I went to sleep around 3am last night.

On a random note, it occurs to me that I tend to put in rather long parentheticals which really do break up my sentences. I blame Ancient Greek. I remember one particular sentence that essentially went 'The farmer, *page and a half of various dependent and independent clauses*, went to the market.' By the time I got to the end of it I had almost forgotten who 'he' was referring to...