Gyros, recaps, and creepers

I have trouble hating Mondays. Yes, I couldn't fall asleep last night until 1am because Roberto and I ritually annihilate any sleep routine we may have developed by the time Friday night rolls around. Yes, I had to wake up at 4:50am because it was a weekday. And yes, I've already driven two hours, procrastinated the gym, fought (well, fighting) the urge to take a nap, have no idea what I'm making for dinner, and still have errands to run in a 130* car whose AC is flirting very intimately with me wanting to punch it in its face. Ya know, Monday stuff. But I'm realizing that if you play your weekend right, it's all ok.

Ahh Monday.

Until recently, I've spent the majority of every weekend trying to "get ahead"... Come to think of it, I guess that's how I've always kinda been. Editing, replying to emails, improving the website, finally cleaning the tile in the shower which had been staring holes into my head all week----you name it. But when Roberto started working 60+ hour workweeks, I let his off-time become a little more sacred----without realizing how much I would benefit. By the time Sunday night rolls around, I am ready to take on the world. I'm about to do a face-plant on the keyboard, but mentally, I'm ready to take on the world.

Friday night, we saw the Hunger Games.
Correction: Friday night, we finally saw the Hunger Games.
The three month delay was for a few of reasons:
--I don't like big, crowded movie theaters. The more popular the movie, the more people, the more likely I am to avoid it. The recent Colorado shooting has nothing to do with it----though I believe it's lead Roberto to share this preference.
--Not to be an annoying contrarian, but I usually assume a movie that the general populous finds fascinating to be a mind-vegetating waste of time. Unless it sounds like something we BOTH could find remotely interesting, which in that case it's a goldmine. Which is why we saw the Hunger Games.
--Once a movie hits "the cheapseats" as my family calls them, it's $2 for an evening showing in a cute little theater. You know, the ones with checkered tile floors and old red carpet that smells like 30 years of overpriced popcorn. Who can beat it? No one. No one can beat it.

Oh, and just in case you were wondering, my fave part of the movie had to be when the guy said "I watched you walk home every day after school"----and the word CREEPER resounded in whispers throughout the theater. Made me smile...

Saturday evening was spent driving around the metroplex in search for gyros. We had a mutual craving; I was even prepared to temporarily abandon my vegetarianism (I later paid for this with a headache). Finally we found a place that didn't close at 6pm, wasn't a gross fast food restaurant that embodied why health inspections exist, and would allow you to step out of your car without being bum rushed by panhandlers because you were in the ghetto. We had read that it was a Mediterranean grill, however it took the entire customer experience + wondering aloud why it tasted nothing like any Greek food we've had before + a couple of hours to slowly realize that what we assumed to be Greek was actually more generally Middle Eastern (specifically Arab, I believe). Annnnd then we accepted the prize for being culturally-rounded geniuses. All in all, we found gyros that weren't handed to you in a bag dripping with grease, landed free parking downtown on a Saturday night, and tried something entirely new = a fun and exciting success. :)

Sunday was spent being bums, skyping my parents, and watching some of the oldest, oddest movies that Netflix has to offer. But, what else is new.

I think I'm going to use every Monday to recap the weekend. It guarantees something for me to write about. And anyways we always find something to do worth recapping... :)