A fun weekend was had by all. I'll just give a few highlights and try not to be too wordy. One thing is certain; I do think that friends are very nice to have around. Although Friend is gone, Monica is in town for the next 3 months. This means that I will have someone to watch Project Runway with that actually cares. Well, Tony might kind of care but he would never admit to that. Since I already wrote about Friday I'll start with Saturday.
After much sleeping and other silliness, I was able meet Monica at the airport. We then went to a BBQ with her father's friends. With the exception of someone's niece, we were the youngest people there by a good 35 years. One person asked us why all the women were together and not talking to the men. Easy answer is that it is more of an age thing than a sex thing. We were able to get out of that because we had to attend a "play" about prostate cancer that Monica's brother was in at 6:30. It was really a 15-minute skit amid a dinner/awareness night about prostate cancer. Everyone was dressed up. Not black tie but dressed up. We were dressed like we dress. Fine, but not dressed up. So by 7:30 dinner has not been served nor has the 15 min skit started. We ended up getting goodie bags. I really liked these fold up pens. Chanda really liked the female condom and after we had run away from the event (fixing plates, eating, and sneaking out pre-skit) made Monica open it. Lube was everywhere. I was in the back seat so it wasn't as scary for me.
We are driven to the train and eventually make it to the B-Day party for Friend B and Friend J. Party is good. Fridge is filled with about 150 cans of Pabst. There were lots of people though so it's cool. It promises to be an event. Monica and I proceed to have personal karaoke with my iPod, complete with dancing moves in the lawn where the dog poops. We succeed in not stepping in poop. We do not succeed in not looking like assholes. Apparently there is a dark video of these dances. When it was suggested it went on Youtube I said please no while Monica said YES. I think this blog is embarrassing enough for me. I think that’s all that needs to be said about that party. I made it home about 3:30. Monica, Tony, and I then proceeded to watch Project Runway that she had missed. Sleep happened at about 5:45.
Sunday was going to be a day of watching Football on my couch and heading to a beach picnic. None of that happened. All parties involved slept in a lot. I was awake but not functional so I count that as asleep. We were functional about 3:45 so football was missed. Lots of walking took us to Dinner and to Dave's where the picnic was supposed to hail from but since we had eaten and it was rainy that was also not to be had. Friends left, I hung w/Dave to wind down and was home by 9. I slept.
Today, I am awake and at work. It is not the best idea. Luckily it is move offices day, which does not take all that much brain power. I was half asleep all morning. I am ok now.
Roxanne sent me a Blogthings quiz about what Muppet you are. I was very pleasantly rewarded with this
|You Are Rowlf the Dog|
Mellow and serious, you enjoy time alone cultivating your talents.
You're a cool dog, and you always present a relaxed vibe.
A talented pianist, you can play almost anything - especially songs by Beethoven.
"My bark is worse than my bite, and my piano playing beats 'em both."
It had been said many times before but computer has now proved it. So there Monica.
My mom mentioned that I had stopped doing the shuffle game and she liked it. I liked it too. I think that I will finish out this week with the guessing game and then alternate weeks between the two. That also means that at the end of the week I ca identify all previously unidentifiable songs and you can all hit your heads and go "I should have known that," or not. This is the plan until I find a new fun thing to do and then I will have even more alternating. Hooray
1. A flask I drink of sober tea while relay cameras monitor me.
2. Standing like John Wayne she is full frame she is center stage.
3. Your Flesh Finds Me Out. Teases the crack in me. Smittens me with hope.
4. Here I stand head in hand turn my face to the wall. If she's gone I can't go on feeling two foot small. Hide Your Love Away, The Beatles. Identified by Lizza
5. Maybe the world is blind. Or just a little unkind, don't know.