Nice weekend

I had a nice weekend. Poor Alan had to work most of the time (he has seven chips taping out at once), but I took advantage of the quiet time. Saturday I spent some time cooking (putting a lasagne together) because we were expecting company on Sunday, and I didn't know whether they'd be staying for dinner. Thought I would save myself some time and hassle the next day.

Sunday a friend from my Kawasaki forum came to visit. He lives in Manhattan and is visiting his brother, who lives in Denver. I hadn't met him in person before, but I saw in one of his posts to the forum that he was going to be in Denver, so I invited him to come by. So he and his brother drove up and spent the afternoon with us. Really nice guys. And we found out that we had something in common. They have lived in Geneva, too. Now how's that for a small world?

Our friends Tom and Kathy stopped by on their bikes. They were on their way home from a ride. In the meantime, Julie showed up because she needed to practice before her recital. Of course, that made any kind of conversation in the house impossible, so we stood around in the garage for a while. And then we went over and sat on our next-door neighbor's patio (he was gone). Kind of presumptuous of us, I know. But I sent him a note this morning confessing to our rude behavior.

My friend Dirt came by and ate dinner with us, so I was glad I'd made the lasagne the day before. The poor guy has been working on his thesis nonstop, and he needed a break. We sat in front of the TV, watching The Sopranos and feeding our faces. :-)

Why is it that the weekends go by so incredibly fast? I absolutely hate Monday mornings. Ugh.