Well, I had an interesting weekend...how about you? Friday, it was finally Halloween, so I figured the madness at work would be over. Nope. Can you believe we still had a huge line of people buying last minute costumes until about 7pm?! Get your act together people. I rushed home after work to change costumes (from a Catholic schoolgirl look to a dominatrix-y outfit). Kirk showed up with his (overpriced) Neo coat. It looked cool, but $80 for a Halloween costume? No thanks. We went to City Beach in Fremont, where the ads promised a 10-piece disco band, which sounded fun. Well, it actually turned out to be like House Band, but worse. Oh well, at least we got free Ataris tickets out of it.

Saturday morning I went to work on about 4.5 hours of sleep. Fun. I got to deal with all the customers who expected Halloween merchandise to be half price. "You're joking," one woman told me. Nope. I don't think I can be quite that deadpan about it. I finally got out of work and was heading over to Walgreens to scope out the discounted Halloween candy when my phone rang. The caller ID said "Kirk cell," which was odd, since he said he had to work from 3pm to midnight. Well, he said he wasn't going in to work (obviously).

"Are you feeling okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Okay, now I was worried. "What's wrong?"
Pause. "I hit the center divide at 65 miles an hour."

Well, you can imagine my shock and horror. For a moment, I forgot he was calling from his cell phone and imagined him phoning from the hospital or something. It seems that other than a few cuts and bruises, he's okay. I happen to consider that just shy of a miracle, because the Miata, on the other hand, is toast. Or scrap metal. Thank God for airbags, because without one, Kirk would be in the hospital.

Here's what happened. He was driving home after dropping me off at about 3am Saturday morning. He dozed off a little, came to in time to swerve to avoid an abandoned vehicle, slid sideways, and hit the center divide head-on. It sounds positively frightening. You don't how relieved I am that he's okay. The fate of the car is a little sad. It was a cute little car, plus it was all paid off. Now he's looking into buying a new car, well, a new used car.

After Saturday's excitement, I had a Not4Sale gig on Sunday morning. Kirk came with me, though he had to miss the Raiders game to do so--that's devotion. I was surprised, but he thought the show was really cool. I half-expected him to not like it. That evening, we went to SCU to see the Ataris. I think the crowd was more entertaining than the bands. We sat up in the bleachers and watched the insanity on the floor. People were moshing and crowd surfing, and playing volleyball with giant Live105 balloons. When we left, we saw a couple fire trucks and concertgoers on stretchers. That's why I don't stand in the front. I don't want to risk being trampled by idiots.

Well, that's about it for me. I think I'd like this weekend to be positively boring in comparison.