Who the heck do I think I am?

grouchyoldcoot has been here this weekend, and we are having a mostly lovely time.

Friday I picked him up at the airport and we got lunch, ran a few errands and then came home. He kinda wanted to go to the esplanade for the fireworks, but I convinced him the view would be better from my living room via channel 4. It was - with the added bonus that we could mute the jingoism.

Yesterday we lazed around watching the second season of Weeds, which we both find horrifically funny. Then we got together with etakyma for dinner and went to see Wall-E, which we all liked quite well. A and I burst out laughing immediately as soon as the film started, and said, "Oh, and it's the film score, too!" and J said, "Huh?"

Because we're musical theatre geeks.

Anyway. Then we went to Jordan's to give J the furniture store experience, and then J and I came home. So while I will surely talk to her again before Wednesday, I shall not see A again until we are both in Dallas for Portus. (J finds it ironic that A and I go into withdrawal after a few days, when he and I sometimes go for several months without seeing one another).

Once home, J tried fixing my desktop so that it doesn't take half an hour to do...well, anything. He's proceeded to butt his head against this problem for several hours last night and several more this morning. In between failing and his latest attempt, we went into town for brunch with the hp_boston fen, including soon-to-be-Bostonian bewarethesmirk, and amazed J by talking about topics other than Harry Potter...mostly.

Then J and I walked down to the Public Gardens and wandered a bit (and ran into the gang on the footbridge), and came home by way of Baskin Robbins.

Now he's once again trying to untangle my RAM limitations while we watch (at his request) Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Tired.