Well, I had sort of a weird weekend. I didn't really have any plans except I wanted to go to the Friends of the Public Library book sale down at Fort Mason. Naturally, that's the thing I didn't do.
Saturday I got up and shortly after my friend Kelly called me to tell me that he had borrowed his friend's truck and would take me to Ikea. Considering I hadn't heard from him all week, I assumed it wasn't going to happen. You see, I've had my eye on a great couch at Ikea. But considering I don't even have a car, never the less a truck, it would be difficult to pick it up. Luckily Kelly came through for me and we hopped off to Ikea. Here's a picture of my new couch: I'm pretty happy with it. Now if I can just figure out what to do with the pole in the middle of the living room... I'm still dealing with that decorating challenge.
Today, Sunday, I got up and my brunch plans got cancelled. So I puttered around my apartment for awhile, watched What Lies Beneath, and sat on my couch. Finally I decided to go out into the world. I was feeling a little bit in a funk again, something that's becoming not uncommon on Sundays for me. I think I'm starting to fall into that school days thing where I dreaded Sundays simply because it meant I had to go back to school on Monday--that and there was nothing to watch on TV but bowling. I'm trying to shake that considering otherwise I spend half my weekend in a funk. So I took a walk out to the beach and walked up to the Cliff House. It was a gorgeous day. I went and played at the Musee Mechanique. It's part of the Cliff House, downstairs, where there are all these old fortune telling machines and games and little fun machines to play movies and such. I haven't been there in years; it might have been before I moved here when I was last there. I had a bag full of loose change and $5 in singles (nearly all the money I have until pay day on Wednesday) and I decided to just play. I had my fortune read as many times as possible:
I played a lot of fun little shadow box type things with moving dolls and such. My favorite was the opium den. I also played games and won a few things, bubblegum, a whistle, and a shell on a cord necklace.
And I did some romance tests, where you squeeze a hand or press a button and they tell you what kind of lover you are or how likely you are to find love. Interestingly, I was an "icebox," "modest," "no pep," and "blah" among other lovely words. Instead of making me depressed, I just laughed. I'm not exactly looking for love these days so it isn't much of an issue even if all the machines were right.
I had a great time at the Musee. I scampered, I cavorted, I didn't think about mortality and money and friends gone far afield. Though all the above issues began to come back to me on my walk back to my apartment, my heart and mind were still a little lighter from the playing. I highly recommend an afternoon of silliness anytime you start feeling down. And a little beauty doesn't hurt either.