Inspired by Cait's weekend reporting...
Spent the weekend pretending to be a much more energetic person that I am in real life and benefited from it greatly. I had intended to sit Nevermore out as the only time I could go was Sunday afternoon and I had Big Party Plans for Saturday AND Sunday night and because Zombie Love (that would be the musical, Cait) wasn't even showing on Sunday. *But* Chris' new girlfriend called on Chris' recommendation looking for someone to go with, my brain glitched, and I thought, "Why aren't I going to Nevermore? It makes no sense."
So my full weekend schedule (keeping in mind that my weekend starts Saturday evening. Yay retail.) was as follows:
Saturday Night: Renee's birthday party at Sushi-Thai and then Legends (and then, after seven celebratory beverages, Renee's couch). Sushi-Thai makes awesome sushi. They make less than awesome tempura. Greasier than Fair food. Yuck. We ran into an old favorite employee from back in the Body Shop days at Legends. She said such sweetly earnest things about the influence we had on her life (she was 16 when she worked for us some 8 years ago) that it pretty much dragged me out of the black cloud I've been moping under. Then she bought us shots that we were far too gone to have been wise in accepting. Still, how can you say no to "Oh my god y'all! I'm going to do shots with my bosses from when I was Six-Teen!"
Sunday morning: Drive home. Yep. Breakfast with John. I made French toast.
Sunday Afternoon: Nevermore films Paperdolls and Frayed. I wanted Paperdolls to be so much better than it actually was. Memo to indy filmmakers: make me a good Bigfoot movie please and thank you. Possibly with a gay couple. The movie I expected and so half wrote in my head would have been awesome. Frayed more than made up for it, though. It should be on DVD soon.
Sunday Night: One of John's former students hosts a really swellegant Oscars party every year. I got to wear my prettiest dress and eat wonderful food (and drink juice with seltzer because Oh Em Gee last night). Also, I won a gift basket of Coen brothers films. So the fact that no movie that I cared anything about won anything barely stung. (I need to see Juno. I will get to seeing Juno, I promise.)
So my full weekend schedule (keeping in mind that my weekend starts Saturday evening. Yay retail.) was as follows:
Saturday Night: Renee's birthday party at Sushi-Thai and then Legends (and then, after seven celebratory beverages, Renee's couch). Sushi-Thai makes awesome sushi. They make less than awesome tempura. Greasier than Fair food. Yuck. We ran into an old favorite employee from back in the Body Shop days at Legends. She said such sweetly earnest things about the influence we had on her life (she was 16 when she worked for us some 8 years ago) that it pretty much dragged me out of the black cloud I've been moping under. Then she bought us shots that we were far too gone to have been wise in accepting. Still, how can you say no to "Oh my god y'all! I'm going to do shots with my bosses from when I was Six-Teen!"
Sunday morning: Drive home. Yep. Breakfast with John. I made French toast.
Sunday Afternoon: Nevermore films Paperdolls and Frayed. I wanted Paperdolls to be so much better than it actually was. Memo to indy filmmakers: make me a good Bigfoot movie please and thank you. Possibly with a gay couple. The movie I expected and so half wrote in my head would have been awesome. Frayed more than made up for it, though. It should be on DVD soon.
Sunday Night: One of John's former students hosts a really swellegant Oscars party every year. I got to wear my prettiest dress and eat wonderful food (and drink juice with seltzer because Oh Em Gee last night). Also, I won a gift basket of Coen brothers films. So the fact that no movie that I cared anything about won anything barely stung. (I need to see Juno. I will get to seeing Juno, I promise.)