The Last Weekend of Vacation '06
My last day of work (Friday) was interesting, I guess. Boss Mary left for about an hour, then came back with her six year old granddaughter in tow. So I pretty much spent half an hour playing Uno with the tyke while Boss Mary and Jim taught the new girl how to properly make carmel machiattos and such.
I also got to take off half an hour early (although I don't think I'm getting paid for the time), and in addition to being allowed to pretty much steal one Creamice, one Red Bull, two packs of chewing gum and a partridge in a pear tree throughout the course of the day to gnash on without paying, I think the highlight of the week was when I was asked in a chirpy little kid voice by Grandbaby to guess what she was going to be for Halloween.
To which I reply, "I dunno, tell me."
To which I am told "Jack Spawwow." (No, I'm serious; she totally had one of those little kid speech impediments where R becomes W)
Hee.
My weekend was not so terribly exciting, one supposes. I've been getting myself up via alarm at ten lately, trying to get myself on a relatively sane sleeping schedule for when school starts. I spent pretty much the entire day Saturday playing the Sims2 and telling myself I really should be trying to write something as, the clock, she is ticking.
Finally, about five or so I realized I was about to go completely mental if I didn't have immediate contact with another human being.
I wound up calling machi_neko and trying to wheedle her into going to the dollar show with me for either Lady in the Water or My Super Ex-Girlfriend. When that didn't fly I finally got her to agree to go to the Beachwood mall, aka the more high end shopping plaza where I'd never buy anything unless there was an outrageous sale. Or I'd just become a well-paid hooker.
"Throwing on pants" to come get her turned into "throwing on a skirt, heels, and a hat" just for the hell of it.
Pretty much nothing was accomplished at the mall save for the fact that we entertained ourselves for about an hour, I splurged two dollars on a Wonka bar (I am terribly addicted to Wonka bars, and may need professional help), and we came to the conclusion that the workers at the Yankee Candle Company store probably hate us.
See, every time the two of us go to Beachwood this is what always, always happens: we eventually find the Yankee Candle Company store, wander around sniffing everything, make all sorts of loud remarks over what we like and don't like complete with "witty commentary", and then leave without buying anything. We're terrible people, really.
This time, they had their new scents for fall out, complete with some temporary Halloween scents, which did not impress us at all. I remember in particular that the black candle, Wicked, was hella nasty, and that the white candle, Boo, was not very potent and strangely peppermint (Neko: "Because you know, when you die, you become minty.") I kind of liked this weird mixed offering they had called Halloween Party, which we decided smelled like "a pumpkin smore".
Then we went over to the non-Halloween new scents...nothing very not noteworthy there, except to say that Gingerbread Maple is godawful. (Me: "It smells like being hit by a tree.")
Finally, we came back to my place and wound up watching most of Mona Lisa Smile on tv. I know it's hardly groundbreaking cinema, but I really do like that movie...sure, the plot is kind of cliched and very predictable, but I end up falling in love with the characters every time because the actors all do such a good job bringing them to life.
Then we watched an episode from my second season of House DVD, "Hunting", aka "The episode where Cameron and Chase have the crazy drugged-up sex" (Neko ships the fluffy puppies, bless).
Then we wound up watching two hours of anime on Adult Swim...Neko's idea, since I've been pretty much out of the anime loop for a good couple of years now. The premiere of Bleach and some weird post-apocolyptic vampire anime, and then an episode of some sort of sky-surfing giant robot series (I spent the entire time mocking the main character's cravat, and also the fact that the buxom minimistically clad female lead's name is pronounced as "Tall Ho").
And then there was an episode of InuYasha, and since neither of us has any idea what the fuck is going on on that show anymore and it was a crazy random flashback episode, we proceeded to spend half an hour with running commentary about how InuYasha and Kikyo totally Did It/wanted to Do It/were Doing It off-screen.
Neko crashed at my place. We went to bed at 2ish and were woken around seven by the annoying Fat Cat howling and kicking the door as his way of letting us know he had been without food for precisely five seconds too long and demanded that this grave situation be corrected. I stumbled to the bedroom door, screamed at him, and then crawled back into bed.
We actually got up more abouts ten. After showers, breakfasts, and time with Sunday comics, we had a semi-hilarious little misadventure trying to lug my family's old TV into the trunk of my car in order to take it to Neko's house to give it to her sister.
Doors were propped, cats were verbally assaulted, chairs were used as shelf space, toes were smushed, fingers were bruised, and cars were haphazardly backed up driveways in reverse. We finally had to put the damn thing in the backseat anyway, because we couldn't figure out to wrestle it into the trunk.
There was a quick stop at the grocery store to get cupcakes and ice cream for Mom's birthday. I also wound up getting the September issue of Cosmo.
I...have no idea why I keep shelling out about 4.50 an issue for Cosmo, really. It's half ads, and half sex tips I'm not exactly going to be using any time soon. I think it's for the Confessions/Embarassing Stories sections. Or maybe it just makes me feel "mature" to be reading a "fashion magazine". I really don't know.
TV was re-wrestled out of the car by the two of us at Neko's place, and then we literally slid it across the grass on the front lawn to get it to the door.
And then her sister's beau proceeded to make us feel quite silly by just picking up the damn thing and carrying it inside all by his onesome. Men.
Mom's birthday ("You're 55. D'you feel old?" "No." "...I'm in my second year of college. Do you feel old now?" "Ack.") was celebrated with chinese food and aforementioned cupcakes and ice cream. She got some wineglasses from Dad (and techinically me, although I was not exactly involved at any stage of the gift process save the finding of the card, which had bunnies on it because Mom loves bunnies) and a gift certificate from Grandma, and some other stuff from her boss. Her aunt sent her two necklace-earring sets, and Mom gave me one of them since it turned out to be something more that I'd wear than she would.
Then, after Grandma left and Dad went to bed, we watched the Rodney Dangerfield special on the Comedy Channel, which is a pretty fitting thing since Mom loves (I guess I should say "loved") him, especially in Caddy Shack, which is her favorite movie of all time.
Random tidbit: I remember the first time I ever heard of Rodney Dangerfield. I was about eight, and I asked Mom why she always laughed so hard at the part in Aladdin where Genie goes "I can't believe it; I'm losing to a rug", since I obviously didn't get it, and was more or less explained to that he was doing an impression (I actually brought that up tonight during the special, and Mom went "Oh yeah."; she remembered that too).
Looks like the big plans for this week are hanging out with eliara tomorrow, possibly seeing The Illusionist with Helen, and having lunch at my favorite local restaurant with Mom on Friday.
I still hope to see Little Miss Sunshine before I go back, but it's starting to look like that'll be impossible to squeeze in.
Maybe if it's still playing at the Drexel when I get back to Columbus, I can catch it with somebody from school.
I also got to take off half an hour early (although I don't think I'm getting paid for the time), and in addition to being allowed to pretty much steal one Creamice, one Red Bull, two packs of chewing gum and a partridge in a pear tree throughout the course of the day to gnash on without paying, I think the highlight of the week was when I was asked in a chirpy little kid voice by Grandbaby to guess what she was going to be for Halloween.
To which I reply, "I dunno, tell me."
To which I am told "Jack Spawwow." (No, I'm serious; she totally had one of those little kid speech impediments where R becomes W)
Hee.
My weekend was not so terribly exciting, one supposes. I've been getting myself up via alarm at ten lately, trying to get myself on a relatively sane sleeping schedule for when school starts. I spent pretty much the entire day Saturday playing the Sims2 and telling myself I really should be trying to write something as, the clock, she is ticking.
Finally, about five or so I realized I was about to go completely mental if I didn't have immediate contact with another human being.
I wound up calling machi_neko and trying to wheedle her into going to the dollar show with me for either Lady in the Water or My Super Ex-Girlfriend. When that didn't fly I finally got her to agree to go to the Beachwood mall, aka the more high end shopping plaza where I'd never buy anything unless there was an outrageous sale. Or I'd just become a well-paid hooker.
"Throwing on pants" to come get her turned into "throwing on a skirt, heels, and a hat" just for the hell of it.
Pretty much nothing was accomplished at the mall save for the fact that we entertained ourselves for about an hour, I splurged two dollars on a Wonka bar (I am terribly addicted to Wonka bars, and may need professional help), and we came to the conclusion that the workers at the Yankee Candle Company store probably hate us.
See, every time the two of us go to Beachwood this is what always, always happens: we eventually find the Yankee Candle Company store, wander around sniffing everything, make all sorts of loud remarks over what we like and don't like complete with "witty commentary", and then leave without buying anything. We're terrible people, really.
This time, they had their new scents for fall out, complete with some temporary Halloween scents, which did not impress us at all. I remember in particular that the black candle, Wicked, was hella nasty, and that the white candle, Boo, was not very potent and strangely peppermint (Neko: "Because you know, when you die, you become minty.") I kind of liked this weird mixed offering they had called Halloween Party, which we decided smelled like "a pumpkin smore".
Then we went over to the non-Halloween new scents...nothing very not noteworthy there, except to say that Gingerbread Maple is godawful. (Me: "It smells like being hit by a tree.")
Finally, we came back to my place and wound up watching most of Mona Lisa Smile on tv. I know it's hardly groundbreaking cinema, but I really do like that movie...sure, the plot is kind of cliched and very predictable, but I end up falling in love with the characters every time because the actors all do such a good job bringing them to life.
Then we watched an episode from my second season of House DVD, "Hunting", aka "The episode where Cameron and Chase have the crazy drugged-up sex" (Neko ships the fluffy puppies, bless).
Then we wound up watching two hours of anime on Adult Swim...Neko's idea, since I've been pretty much out of the anime loop for a good couple of years now. The premiere of Bleach and some weird post-apocolyptic vampire anime, and then an episode of some sort of sky-surfing giant robot series (I spent the entire time mocking the main character's cravat, and also the fact that the buxom minimistically clad female lead's name is pronounced as "Tall Ho").
And then there was an episode of InuYasha, and since neither of us has any idea what the fuck is going on on that show anymore and it was a crazy random flashback episode, we proceeded to spend half an hour with running commentary about how InuYasha and Kikyo totally Did It/wanted to Do It/were Doing It off-screen.
Neko crashed at my place. We went to bed at 2ish and were woken around seven by the annoying Fat Cat howling and kicking the door as his way of letting us know he had been without food for precisely five seconds too long and demanded that this grave situation be corrected. I stumbled to the bedroom door, screamed at him, and then crawled back into bed.
We actually got up more abouts ten. After showers, breakfasts, and time with Sunday comics, we had a semi-hilarious little misadventure trying to lug my family's old TV into the trunk of my car in order to take it to Neko's house to give it to her sister.
Doors were propped, cats were verbally assaulted, chairs were used as shelf space, toes were smushed, fingers were bruised, and cars were haphazardly backed up driveways in reverse. We finally had to put the damn thing in the backseat anyway, because we couldn't figure out to wrestle it into the trunk.
There was a quick stop at the grocery store to get cupcakes and ice cream for Mom's birthday. I also wound up getting the September issue of Cosmo.
I...have no idea why I keep shelling out about 4.50 an issue for Cosmo, really. It's half ads, and half sex tips I'm not exactly going to be using any time soon. I think it's for the Confessions/Embarassing Stories sections. Or maybe it just makes me feel "mature" to be reading a "fashion magazine". I really don't know.
TV was re-wrestled out of the car by the two of us at Neko's place, and then we literally slid it across the grass on the front lawn to get it to the door.
And then her sister's beau proceeded to make us feel quite silly by just picking up the damn thing and carrying it inside all by his onesome. Men.
Mom's birthday ("You're 55. D'you feel old?" "No." "...I'm in my second year of college. Do you feel old now?" "Ack.") was celebrated with chinese food and aforementioned cupcakes and ice cream. She got some wineglasses from Dad (and techinically me, although I was not exactly involved at any stage of the gift process save the finding of the card, which had bunnies on it because Mom loves bunnies) and a gift certificate from Grandma, and some other stuff from her boss. Her aunt sent her two necklace-earring sets, and Mom gave me one of them since it turned out to be something more that I'd wear than she would.
Then, after Grandma left and Dad went to bed, we watched the Rodney Dangerfield special on the Comedy Channel, which is a pretty fitting thing since Mom loves (I guess I should say "loved") him, especially in Caddy Shack, which is her favorite movie of all time.
Random tidbit: I remember the first time I ever heard of Rodney Dangerfield. I was about eight, and I asked Mom why she always laughed so hard at the part in Aladdin where Genie goes "I can't believe it; I'm losing to a rug", since I obviously didn't get it, and was more or less explained to that he was doing an impression (I actually brought that up tonight during the special, and Mom went "Oh yeah."; she remembered that too).
Looks like the big plans for this week are hanging out with eliara tomorrow, possibly seeing The Illusionist with Helen, and having lunch at my favorite local restaurant with Mom on Friday.
I still hope to see Little Miss Sunshine before I go back, but it's starting to look like that'll be impossible to squeeze in.
Maybe if it's still playing at the Drexel when I get back to Columbus, I can catch it with somebody from school.