Friday night I met up with Apple and Flanders (and a few of Flanders’s co-workers) for Happy Hour. I was not impressed with the bar, but I did learn that the wife of one of the co-workers grew up in the same town as me.

Afterwards, Apple and I were torn between watching the debates or going out. We finally decided on watching the debates and then going out, but the 2+ bottles of wine we drank during the debate ruled that out. I slept at her house where her dog played musical beds all night.

Saturday we had volleyball practice and then I went out with the girls to our wine bar. And then to our ale house.

Sunday I went over to a friend’s to work on my brakes. (He’s a mechanic and was helping. Also got me a deal on parts.) He called up that morning and said, “Have you had breakfast yet?” When I told him I hadn’t, he replied, “I’m making pancakes. Come over.”

We discovered that I didn’t have quite the right set of tools for the job. (I am requesting a bunch of mechanics tools for Christmas. I am planning on keeping this car for a while and I want to be able to work on it.) We drove to his work and picked up some tools; it turned out that the most important was the cheater bar.

That night, Apple and I went to the State Fair. (Dear VA: Your State Fair is lame compared to North Carolina’s. Please remedy that when you move into your new digs. Thanks, Watergirl.) When I got to her house, her dog jumped on me, leaving muddy paw prints on my shirt. I borrowed a shirt from her, so I was walking around the fair in a shirt (a size smaller than I normally wear) that said, “Life is simple. Eat, sleep, be Canadian.” across my chest. I got a lot of comments about Canada from men, proving that that is where they are looking.