Bakaitis.com

My weekend: A Run-On Sentence An Essay
by Matthew Bakaitis
(33rd grade)

I ate lunch at L’Albatros with my team on Friday at noon to thank them for a great year and to say “thanks, you’re really cool people” then went back to work to wrap up some stuff that needed to be done before I went to a 4pm meeting that had alcohol (thank heavens for the little things) and then I ran to get dry cleaning before they closed and had to hustle because I had to pick up friends to go to a birthday dinner at Grovewood Tavern where the food and drink was good but I was a grumpy jerk at the table and was not popular and so I went home to sleep before things got worse and I woke up on Saturday feeling totally sick and wished it was a hangover but it wasn’t it was just some stupid flu or something and by afternoon I made myself go out briefly to look at art for holiday gifts at the Zygote Press event (and went to an event next door where I bought a watercolor of the Cleveland skyline by Bridget Ginley but I can’t find the name of the event) and then I started feeling like somebody was using a cheese grater to tunnel out of my stomach so I gave up and went back home where I had to dial into a conference call with work to discuss a change that was being made over the weekend and to decide if we needed another conference call that night or Sunday morning and then all I could do was read before falling asleep very early and but that meant I woke up far far far too early on Sunday which bummed me out and I realized that I missed going to see some old childhood friends in ‘downtown’ Willoughby the night before and which made me feel double-uber-bummed because I was a jerk for both forgetting and for not calling and then was triple-dog-bummed as I realized my day was going to be consumed by running errands that should have been done on Saturday and as I was out a’erranding a friend called to ask “should I buy this house?!?” and I said “do you want to?” and the answer was “probably not, but I wanted somebody else to hear what I was thinking” so we talked about buying houses and the economy and life and shortly after that another friend called to say “come over and watch the first half of the Browns game” so I went to the friends’ house and we watched the Browns for about 10 minutes and then talked about life and the colors they were painting their house and then I headed home with stuff I got on errands only to realize I forgot to buy the most important thing I needed first thing on monday morning (soap) but there wasn’t anything to do because it was too late by the time I realized it so I gave up and I got online and searched for hotels for a trip I’m taking to New York next month and found a few things to confirm with the folks traveling with me then I went to bed and tossed and turned because I kept waking up thinking about the fact that the whole thing starts over again…right about now as I finish posting this essay about my weekend.