Busy Weekend

I had a busy, productive, and good weekend. I went to San Antonio to visit my parents and get some work done on my car. I have neither the tools nor the know-how to work on my car solo, but my dad's pretty knowledgeable and what he doesn't know, the Haynes Service Repair Manual can fill in. So I drove out Friday morning with my kitty in tow. Last time I went out for 2-3 days I had worried the entire time about the cat being home alone. I know it's retarded, I do. But what if something happened? What if there was a fire or gas leak? What if the maintenance guys had to repair something and when they came into the apartment, he escaped and got hit by a car or something?

It's a three hour car drive, and though I know my cat has severe car-anxiety issues, I figured after the first hour or so he'd settle down and get over it. Could not be more wrong. He was freaked. First he started crying, mewling loudly and pitifully. This lasted over half an hour. Then he started panting. Like a dog. While he was panting, he started drooling and foaming at the mouth. His strings of drool were like six inches long, hanging out of his mouth, thick and stringy. It was gross. He was freaking the fuck out. Then he peed on the seat. Looking back, I am not sure why I didn't take precautions to protect the seat in my car, but I didn't. Now my car smells like urine. I will likely have to replace the seat.

I arrived in SA a bit frazzled, to say the least, but all in all it was a good weekend. I got the things done on my car that needed to be done. We replaced the brake pads (my dad showed me how to do one and I did the other - yay me!), replaced a bolt in the wheel that had been stripped, put in a new horn (have to pass inspection!) and put on new windshield wipers. I am really bad about wipers, I have at one point let them get so worn down that they scratched the windshield. I don't drive in rain if I can help it, but it happens on occasion. Then I took the car in to have the safety inspection and an oil change done. There was this very attractive Dykey McDykerton working at the Jiffy Lube. She had on boyish clothes and her head was shaved, but she had a very pretty face, nice eyes and the world's most perfect teeth. Teeth are important, okay? I mean, they were like movie star teeth. White, straight, perfect. Then I took the car home and gave it a bath, washing it top-to-bottom by hand. By the end of the afternoon, I was sweaty and gross and overheated. It felt great to take a dip in the pool.

Sunday night my friend Jessica and I hit the gay strip on Main St. near San Antonio College. We started out at Luther's, a burger joint that's been there since the 40s, if I recall correctly. We hit up four different bars and somehow magically no one was charging cover AND they all had rocking drink specials (I think it was $1 for well drinks or something ridiculous like that). We even got to catch the drag show at The Saint which was a lot of fun. They had some very talented "ladies" on stage that evening.

I got in late but was up early'ish the next day, ready to head home. This time, I wised up in regards to the cat. I did a bit of Googling for the right dosage, and in the end gave him 2ml children's Benadryl. He was calm and collected the entire ride home. There was a bit of panting here and there but he was much more relaxed, such that he sat in the seat next to me (atop a towel, which was atop a plastic trash bag to protect from additional accidents) and I was able to pet him the entire trip home.

So it was a good and productive weekend, I'm glad I was able to get so much done. More good news -- my roommate was approved and this weekend, we're signing the paperwork. Hooray! I want to say I can relax but I don't want to give the fates something to toy with.