I’m shit out of ideas at the moment so you get a blow by blow report of what happened when I left work last night.
I shut down my computer, pack up my belongings and walk across the street to the parking garage where our dark blue MINI is stored. I climb some stairs, throw my bag in the boot, plug in my iPod in Aux input and exit the parking garage. I drive to the front of the buildling where I back the MINI into a parking spot and patiently wait for my wife. She jumps in the car, smiles at my new Bono-esque prescription sport glasses, we chat about work, refinancing, 80s one hit wonders, nicknames she’s not to call me in public, how dorky I look in my new glasses, and dinner. We drive past a couple sports stadiums as part of our daily commute and jump on I-90 for about a mile before exiting the busy interstate near our house. About 10 minutes after my wife joined me in the car, we’re pulling into the driveway of our house. You have to love a 3.5 mile commute.
Wednesdays are trash days so I slide the car by our five trash cans lining the driveway. Four of the bins are yardwaste containers and the other one is for trash. I run inside the house to dump my bags, grab the mail, check voicemail (the usual 4-5 new calls from telemarketers), and grab a munchie. If it’s Wednesday, it’s soccer night. I gather my soccer belongings, change into my white uniform, change glasses, swap watches, remove jewelry, and grab my soccer bag. It’s raining so I find my big green tarp as well. I retrieve my cleats from the garage and throw all my stuff in the back of the Subaru Impreza, our soccer car. I drive over to West Seattle for the game and arrive just as the game is starting, fashionably late. We lost the game 2-1 so I won’t go into a whole lot of details.
After the game our team mingles for a bit and several of us decide to go get drinks. I get in the car and immediately put me glasses on and check-in with my wife via my wicked cell phone. I’m low on gas so I make a pit stop at the Shell station and pump $43 worth of gas in the Subaru. I find a swell parking spot near the sports bar and the five of us shoot the shit about the game. A dude that used to play on our team shows up with a couple college buddies. The dude’s birthday was last night and he shares a couple drinks with us. I nurse one pint of a local microbrew with my chicken quesadillas.
We part our ways and walk out to the car. I see a cop and of course second guess whether or not I should be driving. I motor back to my hood, get tailgated by some fucker, and make one final stop before going home.
I buy a bunch of pornos from the local corner store. I visit the local grocery store and buy cookie dough, Hot Tamales, and Gummy Bears. A post-game snack for yours truly. I take my stuff in a plastic bag and head home. Park the Subaru, attach The Club to the steering wheel, and move the yard waste containers to the back of the house. I then garage the MINI for the night and finally head inside.
Once in the house I change out of my wet clothes, turn on the tv, and crack open the iBook. Oh how I love having a basement. I respond to comments on my blog while watching the local news and Nightline. I antagonize a few bloggers on their blog and then decide to take a "quick" nap on the couch. I wake up at 2:30am, go upstairs, make sure all the doors are locked, and climb into bed with Mrs Lessinges.
[cue the porn music] That’s roughly 8 hours in the life of Egan.