Had to clean up after work and fill the gas tank before actually going out there. I take longer primping than I thought I do, especially when it's him and I'm still a little disoriented after work. I really do need to make myself a driving mix.
I got there an hour later, rang the doorbell ... and nothing happened. I tried ringing again, then knocking on the new security screendoor. I turned the cellphone back on (I'd turned it off so that I would absolutely not be interrupted throughout this) and called. "Do you know if your doorbell's broken?"
We exchanged gifts. He got the Lord of the Rings: Return of the King PC game in a large dice bag. (Target: dollar section drawstring wine bag. Looks like a dice bag to me!) I got a movie store gift card. He belatedly realized that I don't tend to watch movies; I reassured him that I actually do on occasion.
Geekboy's idea of Great Fun to be had by all was a Star Wars fan films DVD he'd picked up at GenCon. Words do a very incomplete expression of all the excessively geeky love I had for him at that point. But before he started the first one, I excused myself to the restroom (an hour drive after work plus a fan film is not a good combination) and my leaving the room inspired him to remember that the better ones are really on theforce.net, and that a foray into the office would be a good plan.
He booted up the family computer. XP. I saw the login name [Lucius]. He hit OK without typing in a password. I fairly shrieked at him about security. He rolled his eyes. "I know. Don't lecture me, lecture my dad. I keep trying to tell him, but he won't listen."
I popped out of the computer room and inquired (slightly stridently) what the man meant by having an admin login without password on a 'net-enabled computer. I got a lot of shrug and a lot more empty stare. I huffed back in, convinced once again that the man is impossible. (And yet father and son are so much alike. I love it.)
We watched Jedi Hunter, Sith Apprentice, and I think maybe one more thing before the constant errors with the computers (internet freezing, computer freezing, browser crashing, and all the things you get with a seriously buggy pc -- or two: we swapped over to his dad's laptop when the desktop didn't work, and it did Bad Things too -- when the root source of the problem is somewhere between the keyboard and the chair.
OMG my bondmate needs a computer of his own.
After that, fan films from the DVD. He was hogging the pillow and refused to share his shoulder as a pillow. Brat. :) (His room has no seating save for the bed, but that has plenty of sprawl-space, so that's what we do.
I wound up going home after two blissful hours. That was just what I needed to reset myself. He probably needed a friend about too. I wonder if I could persuade him to make this a weekly appointment while I'm car-sitting: an appointment featuring the car, me, him, his massive media setup, and the crucial movies he feels I absolutely must see. Because while I hate to watch a movie alone, I'm often up for a good movie with a best friend. Especially with the sort of best friend who does snarky commentary. Yum.