My Weekend, or: Jesus had 3 days off, so I did, too.
Since I had a 3-day weekend this week, I decided to go see Danielle, whom I have not seen for a long-ass time, and has moved to Manhattan and had a child since I last saw her.
The adventure started on Friday, as I got a Google map to her house, and realized I don't have a printer. However, a screen capture and transfer later, the map was on my PSP(I love my PSP). So off I went, armed with an assortment of DVDs she requested. When I arrived, I got to meet the baby, Logan. She told me he wasn't used to new people, so he'd be shy for a while. WRONG! It was about 1.3 seconds before he came to me right out of his mother's arms. My natural affinity for kids knows no bounds.
We watched much Eddie Izzard, and Boondock Saints, I met her friend Lane, who was very cool, and told stories until dawn. It was a good day.
On Saturday, I introduced D to Smallville, which she had never seen. I brought the first season with me, and we watched all day, only breaking long enough to go to the store and buy all of the junk food we could fit in the cart. We did have actual food for dinner, during which Logan begged for bites like a puppy, it was quite cute. We got up to disk 5 of Smallville, and now there is 1 more Smallville fan out there, and it's all my fault.
On Sunday, I left Manhattan, but not before Tom, Logan's dad, called and wished us all Hapy Zombie Jesus Day. I drove the 2 hours to KC to my aunt's house, and arrived just in time for dinner to be served. I have the best timing. *grin* My little brother, who turns 7 this Friday, loves my PSP, and wants one. I'm sure he'll get one eventually. After dinner, we realized that my cousin, who couldn't be there because he was in the hospital, wasn't going to get any of the leftover ham he was promised, because there was none. So Doodle sent my cousin to the store to procure a second ham. We have officially reached the point in our family where the holidays require an extra ham. Later, we sat around and told stories. And it's nice to be old enough to talk about stuff I did when I was younger as stories to my family, instead of as confessions. I was particularly "on" that night, so my stories were extra funny, and my aunt, who lives in Oklahoma and doesn't see me as often, was in stitches for hours. It was a good feeling.
All in all, it was a full, gratifying weekend.
The adventure started on Friday, as I got a Google map to her house, and realized I don't have a printer. However, a screen capture and transfer later, the map was on my PSP(I love my PSP). So off I went, armed with an assortment of DVDs she requested. When I arrived, I got to meet the baby, Logan. She told me he wasn't used to new people, so he'd be shy for a while. WRONG! It was about 1.3 seconds before he came to me right out of his mother's arms. My natural affinity for kids knows no bounds.
We watched much Eddie Izzard, and Boondock Saints, I met her friend Lane, who was very cool, and told stories until dawn. It was a good day.
On Saturday, I introduced D to Smallville, which she had never seen. I brought the first season with me, and we watched all day, only breaking long enough to go to the store and buy all of the junk food we could fit in the cart. We did have actual food for dinner, during which Logan begged for bites like a puppy, it was quite cute. We got up to disk 5 of Smallville, and now there is 1 more Smallville fan out there, and it's all my fault.
On Sunday, I left Manhattan, but not before Tom, Logan's dad, called and wished us all Hapy Zombie Jesus Day. I drove the 2 hours to KC to my aunt's house, and arrived just in time for dinner to be served. I have the best timing. *grin* My little brother, who turns 7 this Friday, loves my PSP, and wants one. I'm sure he'll get one eventually. After dinner, we realized that my cousin, who couldn't be there because he was in the hospital, wasn't going to get any of the leftover ham he was promised, because there was none. So Doodle sent my cousin to the store to procure a second ham. We have officially reached the point in our family where the holidays require an extra ham. Later, we sat around and told stories. And it's nice to be old enough to talk about stuff I did when I was younger as stories to my family, instead of as confessions. I was particularly "on" that night, so my stories were extra funny, and my aunt, who lives in Oklahoma and doesn't see me as often, was in stitches for hours. It was a good feeling.
All in all, it was a full, gratifying weekend.