bitterdiva

Weekend Roundup

Traveling 175 miles with shot brakes may have not been the best idea I have come up with in a long time. It was rather fortunate that Kris and I survived the trek to beautiful, overcast and subtropically humid New Haven sans catastrophic incident. I went home to visit with my father for his birthday, which was the previous week, and despite my mother’s wishes for my trip home last weekend I figured workshops and Phish tour were enough to delay the drive down. Besides, who would have petted the kitties whilst we were away?

After dropping off a coworker (something that I had predicted that I would do in the morning because of the luck I have), I drove over to Kris’s jobbie job. I sat in the car for 40 minutes in the very agitating heat, humidity and lack of breeze. Almost passing out due to heat stroke and dehydration, Kris eventually gets out of work and we head over to Bennigan’s for dinner. There’s nothing better than a Friday dinner with your significant other on payday, especially when it’s his payday and he’s buying.

On the way home we pass a billboard for seeplymouth.com – I don’t think urls should be on billboards with the main focus on them and then pictures of what it’s all about underneath. I have reading comprehension problems so I parse it as sleepymouth.com and I’m wondering what in the world is sleepymouth doing with cranberries and whales? Kris says, “what’s seeply mouth,” upon vocalization of this phrase I put the two mangled phrases together to figure out See Plymouth. I laughed. (Sleepymouth.com is still available).

We make it to the land of the silent “C” after dark but the family is still around except for my sister who is chillin’ at her place making blueberry scones for my father. I tell them the great news that is me being offered the position of web manager for my organization meaning more bling for me (perhaps even the actual amount I should be getting paid). Much rejoicing and my brother gives me a present from his trip to Maine, a poisonous toads blue t-shirt – ROCK!

As everyone had fallen asleep I remained wide-awake watching one of those horrible movies on HBO at 1 in the morning. Turbulence 3: Heavy Metal. It’s hysterical if you like mocking stereotypical Goths, especially goth groupies. The premise of the movie is a goth band’s final show is being performed on a plane all the while there’s some satanic cult trying to make a prophecy come true that’ll bring about the Anti-Christ. There’s a hacker trying to get into the web tv system airing the final concert and a FBI hot chick hacker (who I believe is the chick from Mall Rats) working together to help land this plane after the cult uprising kills one of the pilots and assumes the identity of the lead singer. I don’t do recaps very well, but the funniest thing in the movie besides the bad goth kiddies is that the prophecy is the Stull Prophecy which has to do with Stull, Kansas -one of the seven gateways to hell. I think I should feel very ashamed in the matter that I actually knew what Stull, Kansas is all about but I don’t. At least I know that one part of the movie contains an actual fact – if that fact just happens to be some supernatural unproven factoid about the most evil cemetery in America.

Saturday morning the car gets brought into the shop – new brakes and rotors are needed on top of new tires. Come to find out the jerkass who fixed the struts on my car earlier this year (at a completely overpriced amount) didn’t put them on correctly, or forgot to put on the boot. So now the struts are corroded and need to be redone, luckily for me I still have the paperwork. The car is happy once again and I have piece of mind driving it around the place, including the trip back to NY.

Due to several requests by Kris, I broke down and made French toast for my family including vegetarian sausage that I had my mom pick up at the store. I’m evil and mean and I decided to subject my brother to this sausage since he basically never eats anything healthy, I blatantly forgot to tell him that it wasn’t meatless until the right time. He eats most of the first one, looks up at me and asks, “did you cook this?” I started to giggle answering in the affirmative then continued to say, “it’s vegetarian sausage.” He run for the toilet spitting it out so it couldn’t have been that bad, in fact he finished his second piece. My sister did enjoy it however.

I had persuaded my mother to cook dinner instead of going out on Friday saying it would be more cost effective but the air was as dense as Dubya and everyone was in a foul mood wishing desperately for some air conditioning. The consensus for eating out prevailed and we ventured off to Outback. It was the second time I had a blooming onion since my surgery – Worst. Idea. Ever. Between the blooming onion and the Immodium I had taken Friday I was in agony.

At night we saw League of Extraordinary Gentlemen – and I have to say I was relatively surprised overall on the movie. I was calling it the league of extraordinary bad movies but it wasn’t bad, it wasn’t even tolerable – it was decent. The cinematography was fantastic, the colors were vibrant, Stuart Townsend had a good role and Sean Connery wasn’t as pompous as I thought he was going to be. Definitely buying this movie when it comes out on DVD.

I think that’s pretty much the weekend. Long stories could’ve been made short but I’ll be longwinded.

04:44 PM

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