Last night I made an epic workout playlist on iTunes (it included "Scream" by Michael Jackson). I had just perfected it so that it would be exactly one hour. I turned to go change into my Pinterest-inspired workout tshirt, and in the process I tangled my foot in my laptop cord, causing the open laptop to fall from the fireplace mantle and smash onto the floor. The screen is completely destroyed. At first I just turned back around and rested my forehead on the fireplace mantle and wished to go back in time about 2 seconds, but I knew in my heart that time travel is impossible (that's right, Jack).
Then I thought about all of the upcoming expenses Jack and I have with our move to Sacramento, and how much this will add to it, and I started to get upset. I texted Julie, Ellen, and Everett about it, basically to vent. Jack immediately took the laptop carcass and some necessary tools to Neil to see if Neil could recover any data I haven't backed up yet. While Neil worked Jack began searching online for pricing on new laptops similar or better to the one I had just killed. It was sweet how the moment I got upset, Jack went into proactive overdrive to resolve the problem.
Neil took out the hard drive and announced that it would be easy enough to hook up to his computer to get the data. That was a relief. Ellen texted me back with sympathy and some information about her very similar laptop for comparison pricing. Julie and I had this amusing conversation via text:
Julie: Someday it will be a memory. Like the time my screen got crushed on the plane.
Me: Yeah, actually that's the first thing I thought of.
Julie: A small part of me died that day.
Me: Lol. But just a memory.
Julie: No, you don't understand, it was a horcrux.
Everett didn't give me helpful information or sympathy. He just texted me "It's bad ya know." This is a lyric from RL Burnside's "It's Bad Ya Know". My relationship with Everett basically consists of texting each other parts of that song. I believe I've mentiond this before...
I seriously lol'd when he used that song so fittingly for this situation. Given I was on the verge of tears, laughing was a huge relief, and immediately I remembered that a smashed laptop is a first world problem and that it's not really that bad. Good job, jerkface.
And of course ultimately I called Mike. With his suggestions and Neil's help we hooked up the laptop to an external monitor and discovered that it's only the screen that's destroyed--the rest of it still works fine. This may mean that I need only replace the screen instead of the entire laptop, which will be a couple hundred dollars cheaper. So that helped lighten the mood a couple hundred dollars.
Shortly thereafter, Jack and I got a little dressed up and used a Living Social coupon for a really lovely sushi dinner at Tokyo Go Go in the mission. We ordered miso soup instead of edamame and we didn't get any rolls with tempura, just to try to keep the calorie count somewhat reasonable. It was delicious. So was my Syrah. I loved the tall table for two at which we sat. I loved the multi-sized soft-glowing orb lamps all over the ceiling. I loved that we were directly beneath the lone TV so that we couldn't see it, and that it had no sound anyway, and that it was playing, bizarrely, Independence Day. I also noticed the restaurant music was loud enough to hear but not so loud you had to raise you voice to talk. The staff were very friendly and the atmosphere was just great. I'm so glad Jack and I always have a weekly date night, and I strongly recommend it to other couples.
Anyway, by the end of the night I felt perfectly fine. I have good friends.
