Or perhaps oh noes, internet. It’s a combination of the two.

This weekend was the first truly relaxed weekend I’ve had in a while. Friday night the husband and I tried the “persian burrito” place that just opened on Piedmont, which while odd is quite tasty. Not burritos, but tasty. Saturday the husband worked, so I dropped him off, bought a pillow at Target (o Target, your pillows are so much cheaper and nicer than Ikea), bought some yarn to make Jennie‘s birthday present, and then  bought a coffee. I talked on the phone with my mom for, like, two hours, and then sat on the couch and knit until it was time to go get the husband. While I knit, I ran out of movies I haven’t seen eleventy billion times before, and got the brilliant idea to sign up for Netflix.

This is perhaps the smartest and also stupidest thing I’ve ever done.

Smartest because it keeps me from buying Bollywood movies I don’t like just because I haven’t seen them yet. Stupidest because it has opened the doors to countless hours of on-demand entertainment that will likely impact my productivity negatively. I watched so much FarScape this weekend. But I got a tea cozy knit up in record time, so there is a silver lining. Next up I plan on doing some sewing and seeing how fast it goes with a little John Crichton on my computer. He is so charming. And! And! It was the world of before 2007, when Sigg water bottles were a novelty, so everyone in space drinks from them. Everyone! Because they’re from the future! Or something. We were obsessed with Nalgene back then.

Anyway, back to the weekend. The dinner plans we had got pushed out an hour, so we went to the mall so I could decided if I needed to invest in an iPod Touch (I decided no), and I bought some tall boots for one of my DragonCon costumes (but also to wear, for they are nice boots anyhow). And then we went to our dinner plans at Fogo de Chao, plans that centered around celebrating Jennie’s *mumblemumble-fthrdth* birthday. I ate much meat. At some point I requested some filet mignon, and from then on out I had my own dedicated filet mignon guy, which is what I imagine it’s like to have a cabana boy, only with more clothes and steak instead of grapes. It was awesome.

Also I went to see Three Idiots with the ChickenGoddess and enjoyed it a lot, although I seriously contemplated sneaking into Avatar to see it for a sixth time, but I’m glad I didn’t, because Three Idiots is an adorable film that makes me not hate Kareena Kapoor at all (I previously kind of hated to watch her in films, mostly because of the hideous character she plays in K3G – ick). If Jennie wants to go see it, I’d totally go again.

Whee. And that was the last carefree weekend I’ll have for another few weeks. I’m glad I spent most of it on the couch, knitting a tea cozy, and watching FarScape. Netflix, you’re my new best friend.