I can't stand to ramble no more
So. Um. Did not get to comments yesterday as planned, but i'm working on it! (While Doctor Who is downloading. Jack! Jack! I MISSED YOU <333)
I kind of figured the breakfast thing with my dad's cousin's son and his girlfriend would be one of those things that just didn't happen, but it did! So crepes loraine for lunch (omnomnom holindaise sauce) at Village Inn, then i dinked around in Borders handwriting a sequel to I Already Know (On With The Show) which has been a work in progress for a while, until 1:30 at which time i drove to Sourdough Mining Company to have lunch with my mom and brother. I ate corn fritters. MMMMMM CORN FRITTERS.
But i figured that'd be it--just lunch and then we'd trade cars and i'd be back with the dogs. (I drove in the sporty car because it's...well, sporty, but there's no way they're going to drive the behemoth that is Demarco all the way to Selina for the pigroast/luau/wedding that is happening today. ...i have never been happier to be stuck dogsitting.
(No i know what you're thinking--redneck Alaskan luau sounds like fun, right? Uhm. Sure. But Selina is a five hour drive away, and honestly? My dad's cousin's son has never done this before. When his girlfriend pointed this out he said, and i quote, "Yes i have. I've cooked pig. All the individual pieces." So odds are very high we would get there to find half frozen/half burn piggy cooked in a mound of concrete blocks because the holes they dug in the ground a) filled up with rainwater and b) permafrost. So no. I've got my hot tub, and my left-over corn fritters. I'm good.)
So anyway, mom decided it'd be fun to hang around town and see a movie, and later there was a baseball game she'd been given free tickets to. So we saw how to train your dragon (eee, still so cute), and i zipped back here to feed the dogs before meeting up with dad and the rest at a thai restaurant (yaaaaaaay kang karie! <3) to scarf down some food before heading to the game.
Which...it turned out...was next Thursday.
Mom felt so awful for screwing up and dragging dad needlessly into town that she insisted we go catch another film, just to make his trip worthwhile, and Bear's Tooth Theater lets you drink beer while you watch, so dad voted there. Only movie playing? Greenburg. Never heard of it. Ben Stiller movie. Supposed to be different than his usual style.
It was.
Don't see that movie. Don't see that movie. Don't see that movie. Don't see that movie. Please, if you value your TIME, don't see that movie.
Maybe i just hate slice-of-life-flicks WITH A PASSION, but i spent two whole hours praying fervently for Ben Stiller to get hit by a bus. Or a car. A Vespa. Any sort of vehicular object that would maim/cripple/kill for life. What a waste of space.
So yeah. Long ass story shortened to one sentence: dogs woke me up at 7 again this morning. I pushed them off and dreamed about Uhura in platform heels. Not like that--i think she was a Time Lord. o_O