Well, that was a nice respite from work, but I'd take another day or two if I could get it.
On Friday evening, we went and saw Hitchhiker's Guide as planned. As I said in a previous post comment, I have read the books countless times, read the radio scripts, listened to the radio program (programme?) version that came out in album form, and seen the TV show. I've been as immersed in the variations of the story as a person can be. That's why I think I was absolutely fine with the story changes: every version is slightly different anyway.
My experience of the movie was comfortable recognition of the familiar parts interspersed with interest in the new parts. In general, the movie was quite faithful to the tone and many of the particulars of the books. I was pleased to hear that they'd chosen to use the old theme song, too.
It was rather interesting to see the characters recast and reimagined a bit, although I'm not sure what Douglas Adams would have thought of Zaphod Beeblebrox played with a George W. Bush accent and smirk.
On Saturday, we drove to a huge, twice-annual flea market about an hour and forty-five minutes away. The sales sprawl out over two towns and we spent all afternoon wandering through the collections of antiques, collectibles and junk. I couldn't help wondering what makes a flea market seller eventually decide that a particular piece is never going to sell and should be thrown away. In some sellers' cases, it seemed nothing could ever tip the balance.
I didn't really buy much, mainly because I wasn't looking for anything in particular. I bought a couple of faux copper Jell-o molds, but it turned out I already had those designs. Most of my spending went toward fresh-squeezed lemonade, kettle corn and a bowl of homemade chicken and noodles. Even my snacking was minimal compared to previous years, so I have plenty of lunch money left for the week.
By the time Sunday rolled around, I was ready to take it easy. I slept late, went out for breakfast, lazed around some more, and finally spent the rest of the afternoon and evening at my sister's house. My sister informed me that my niece believes that I may be a robot and not a real person at all. Apparently this has something to do with my not having children, but the logic wasn't all that clear.
I finally took my tired, non-mechanized self home and turned in relatively early last night. Now it's off to face another week at the office. Oh, if only I were a robot!