To quote a favorite movie, what in the Wide World of Sports is a-goin' on outside? It's colder than a Fairbanks February (yay for hyperbole!) outside this morning. There was frost on the cars. FROST. The crazy lady on the radio said something about it being 34 degrees outside. In October? How am I supposed to work under these conditions? I'm glad I had already turned the heat on, or else I'd still be huddled under my blankets, trying to figure out a way to shower without getting out of bed.

Other than the frigid cold, we had a nice weekend, despite the fact that we got nothing done. This was going to be the weekend we cleaned out the basement, put up Halloween decorations, maybe did some vacuuming. The only thing we did was hang a couple light-up halloween pumpkins in the front window.

Friday night we decided to try the relatively-new Japanese place in the shopping center by our house: Sake. It's very similar to your standard "Hibachi," except that the food is better, and there's no bar. On the other hand, they give you free sake, or hot rice wine. It's very similar in taste and potency to grain alcohol. We declined a second carafe because, after sharing the first one, Sarah kept trying to shave off her own eyebrows with the chopsticks, and I developed 1) a taste for human flesh and 2) the ability to speak fluent Japanese, which lasted a few hours.

As usual, Sarah had plenty of leftovers, and I had inhaled every morsel of food that came within 18 inches of my gaping maw, so we spent Friday night sitting in front of the TV watching things we had DVR'd.

Saturday morning I had to get up and decommission a remote server for work, so I did that, and played a few games of baseball on the PS2 (I overcame being down 2 games to 1 in the NLDS against the Giants, winning two games behind the hot pitching of Rick Shanley (1-1, ERA 1.45) and the rad batting of Matt Hearn (2 HR, .555BA)). I even got the spirit in me to go for a quick run, and decided to go for speed, managing to run a mile in 9:30, which is the fastest I've run since high school. I may have had a mild heart attack in the 7th minute, but it didn't deter me, because I'm not very bright.

Around noon we headed over to Brandywine High for Homecoming, what with us being alumni thereof and whatnot. We watched the band march, and they looked extremely rad. The tubas could have been louder, but then, I guess I'm just used to the Tubalonic Triumvirate that was Waffy, Hobbit, and Doob, circa 1995, when we were so loud that competition judges would leave the field sobbing, blood streaming from their ears, and we would laugh at them and their children.

Our girl Amanda Tomasetti was crowned Homecoming Queen, to which I reply: w00t.

Sarah's mom had walked over to the game from her house, so we drove her home and stopped in to see the in-laws, and then headed to the Booth's Corner Farmer's Market, where yet again we wished we had camera phones. Some enterprising woman was actually wandering around the place with the video camera, I assume to record the hair and clothing styles. I swear, it's like the population of Boothwyn simply is unaware that there were advances in style after 1982.

We stopped for dinner at our favorite little restaurant, and then we bought some meat and some Halloween decorations that we expect to put up in time for next year.

Then we headed to Target, where we bought various birthday-type presents for people, and I found two totally rad shirts: a nifty multi-color vertically-striped dress shirt, and a 100% cotton white French-cuff dress shirt, for which I had been looking for a while, and which was for sale for the bargain price of $19.99. I just have to have Sarah's mom take it in a bit, because I had to buy an XL in order to get it around my massive neck, and thusly the body of the shirt has roughly twice the amount of fabric that it really needs.

I also bought a winter hat.

Saturday night we sat around, not cleaning the basement. At one point we went out and purchased 6 junior bacon cheeseburgers from Wendy's. I ate all of them, minus the buns. I love food so much.

On Sunday, we got up and made our way to church, after which we headed over to the Corner Bistro for a goodbye lunch for Jill, who is moving to San Francisco at the end of the month to be with her hot mans, John, and work for Visa. I love the Bistro: I managed to be carb-friendly with my omelet sampler and bacon, but then they insisted I have dessert, so I ate a piece of peanut butter pie and went into a sugar coma for roughly 3 hours. Really, the only word to describe it is ::drools::.

We spent our evening not cleaning up the basement, interspersed with video gaming, a jog, Sarah studying (by which I mean she's preparing for a test, not that I was examining her for moles or something), and the roasting of a thick sirloin steak that was ::drools::.

Next weekend: definitely cleaning out the basement.