Knocked Up, Barfights, Murder, and Road Trip
Last night, I watched the movie 'Knocked Up'. It wasn't what I was expecting. It was funny, don't get me wrong, but it had more drama than I expected. I liked it, although, some of the sex scenes lasted too long.
So, it's starting to be a weekly tradition that Lorcann calls me around 2 or 3 am Saturday. (Basically, when he gets home from the bar.) Yestereve, he sounded like he was in pain and I asked him about it. He got in a fight at the bar, his ex-girlfriend and her friend said 'no' to some asshole in a white sweater. They went into the Ladies' room to get away from him. When the asshole followed them into the , Lorcann kicked the bathroom door in, which nailed the guy in the head. The guy hit the floor (yay!) but started swinging on his way up (Lorcann made a very uncomfortable sound at this point in the story). Apparently the jerk's sweater wasn't white as he left the bathroom. Unfortunately, as Lorcann walked down the hall, one of the dolt's buddies nailed Lorcann in the back with a barstool, which broke upon impact. Lorcann said that it was a good thing that the stool broke, I'm not so sure, but he said not for me to worry because, "I'm VERY Good at what I do." Which, I'm taking to mean that the other guys are definitely worse off. I think it's his Scottish McGregor blood.
I'm in a play. I didn't intentionally audition for it. This is my first speaking role in a community theatre production. I am a bridesmaid in a very strange wedding where murders take place. The play is called 'Til Death Do They Part. It's at Crystal Gardens on November 2. Tickets on on sale now if you wanna come see it.
Next weekend, I'll be out of town. I'm going on a little Road Trip, to visit my friends Gunny and George (and Gunny's daughter). I'm not sure if Lorcann is driving down with me or not - he said something about flying. They either live in Ohio or Indiana (I'm getting the directions this week), so it's not really that far. If I end up driving myself, I'm borrowing my sister's car because my car probably wouldn't make it one way. My sister drives an escort, which is truly a car for people with short legs. I'm kind of hoping Lorcann decides to drive, as he drives a Taurus. He actually offered to fly me down too. Although, when we had that conversation, he'd had a big fight with his ex and then A LOT of adult beverages.
So, it's starting to be a weekly tradition that Lorcann calls me around 2 or 3 am Saturday. (Basically, when he gets home from the bar.) Yestereve, he sounded like he was in pain and I asked him about it. He got in a fight at the bar, his ex-girlfriend and her friend said 'no' to some asshole in a white sweater. They went into the Ladies' room to get away from him. When the asshole followed them into the , Lorcann kicked the bathroom door in, which nailed the guy in the head. The guy hit the floor (yay!) but started swinging on his way up (Lorcann made a very uncomfortable sound at this point in the story). Apparently the jerk's sweater wasn't white as he left the bathroom. Unfortunately, as Lorcann walked down the hall, one of the dolt's buddies nailed Lorcann in the back with a barstool, which broke upon impact. Lorcann said that it was a good thing that the stool broke, I'm not so sure, but he said not for me to worry because, "I'm VERY Good at what I do." Which, I'm taking to mean that the other guys are definitely worse off. I think it's his Scottish McGregor blood.
I'm in a play. I didn't intentionally audition for it. This is my first speaking role in a community theatre production. I am a bridesmaid in a very strange wedding where murders take place. The play is called 'Til Death Do They Part. It's at Crystal Gardens on November 2. Tickets on on sale now if you wanna come see it.
Next weekend, I'll be out of town. I'm going on a little Road Trip, to visit my friends Gunny and George (and Gunny's daughter). I'm not sure if Lorcann is driving down with me or not - he said something about flying. They either live in Ohio or Indiana (I'm getting the directions this week), so it's not really that far. If I end up driving myself, I'm borrowing my sister's car because my car probably wouldn't make it one way. My sister drives an escort, which is truly a car for people with short legs. I'm kind of hoping Lorcann decides to drive, as he drives a Taurus. He actually offered to fly me down too. Although, when we had that conversation, he'd had a big fight with his ex and then A LOT of adult beverages.