OK, AT&T Broadband STILL sucks. What's with you people? I had Wendy, the tech goddess, come up to make sure that it wasn't something I had done. Nope. It's them. (She did, however, chastise me for never having defragmented my hard drive in the, oh, three or four years I've owned my computer. No wonder I keep experiencing the Blue Screen of Death.)
So, besides the time I spent on hold with AT&T Broadband this weekend, I've had time for
So I left before the end of the first half. We were all going over to Angie and Jordan's after the game, so I leaned over and said "Does your dog need someone to play with? Now?" And that was that.
"But Sarah," my friends argued, "don't you wnat to bond with your friends?" Yes. Yes, I do. Inside. Where we can talk. Where we are not distracted by football. Since we almost always end up at someone's house after the game, hell, I'll just meet you all there. I'll bring cookies. It'll be good.
(The only problem with the afternoon thereafter was, after my cold, damp friends got back from watching a football game, they turned on the TV to watch more frickin' football. Sigh.)
So I schlepped home to drop off the car and get downtown to meet Wendy and a friend to see Iron Monkey. I was in a pissy mood before the movie (having been rained on and subjected to football for most of the day), and I'm sure I wasn't any fun. Then the movie started. Bliss! IT KICKED ASS. Several asses. Multiple times. Wowie. Amazing fight choreography, funny and appealing characters, just enough backstory to keep things together... it was great. The story centers on a masked hero keeping the refugees of a city safe from the corrupt government. The venal governor wants to catch him, and... oh, who cares. That fight against the disgraced Shaolin monks! The fight the other guy did with the umbrella! The kid, fighting bullies and realizing "Heh! My Kung Fu is pretty good!" The chick kicking ass with the rolling carts! That final fight sequence in the flaming courtyard! Damn, it was good. See it. Wowie.
Sunday was quality time with the cats, until it was time to go to Live Bait's doodle benefit, at which I was a wall flower. Sparkely pants! Huzzah!
OK, that probably needs some explanation. The sparkley pants are, well, these beaded pants I bought on impulse with absolutly no prospect of wearing them -- I just do go to many sparkley pants venues. Then my friend Lotti, who works at Live Bait, asked for volunteers for their Doodle benefit, at which they auction off these beautifully framed doodles, autographs, whatever provided by random famous folks. This year, said famous folks included Paul Newman, Tom Hanks, Ralph Nader, Kurt Vonnegut, Bea Arthur, Valerie Bertinelli.... it runs the range, from weird has-beens to big old honkin' stars. As a Wallflower, I stood at the wall, monitored the silent auction for a group of doodles, and made sure no one came to blows. And, and! I got to be a showgirl in my sparkely pants, parading around showing off the doodles that went to live auction. Very very fun, and boy, do my feet hurt. I need to get some Sparkley Birkenstocks to go with my Sparkley Pants, instead of this heels shit. Oy.
The live auction was insane this year -- Bea Arthur sold for $400! Martha Stewwart sold for $1000! Clive Barker went for $3000! Paul Newman went for $6000! Granted, it was a great doodle, but $6000??? Wowie.
So, great night, lots of fun, but boy, my feet hurt.
So, besides the time I spent on hold with AT&T Broadband this weekend, I've had time for
1) An epihany of sortsThe epiphany of sorts came on Saturday, as I schlepped through the rain to Northwestern's homecoming game. As I sat there, getting wet and still more wet, I realized "Wait a second -- I don't even like football. What the hell am I doing paying $30 to sit out in the rain to watch a game I couldn't care less about?" And I had no answer to that. So, my epiphany: There is absolutly no reason for me to go to football games, even if it is homecoming, anymore. I don't like football, I don't understand the game, I'm not the slightest bit invested in who wins... Hell, I only went to three games the entire time I was in college. And they were free.
2) A highly satisfactory moviegoing experience
3) Sparkley pants a-go-go
So I left before the end of the first half. We were all going over to Angie and Jordan's after the game, so I leaned over and said "Does your dog need someone to play with? Now?" And that was that.
"But Sarah," my friends argued, "don't you wnat to bond with your friends?" Yes. Yes, I do. Inside. Where we can talk. Where we are not distracted by football. Since we almost always end up at someone's house after the game, hell, I'll just meet you all there. I'll bring cookies. It'll be good.
(The only problem with the afternoon thereafter was, after my cold, damp friends got back from watching a football game, they turned on the TV to watch more frickin' football. Sigh.)
So I schlepped home to drop off the car and get downtown to meet Wendy and a friend to see Iron Monkey. I was in a pissy mood before the movie (having been rained on and subjected to football for most of the day), and I'm sure I wasn't any fun. Then the movie started. Bliss! IT KICKED ASS. Several asses. Multiple times. Wowie. Amazing fight choreography, funny and appealing characters, just enough backstory to keep things together... it was great. The story centers on a masked hero keeping the refugees of a city safe from the corrupt government. The venal governor wants to catch him, and... oh, who cares. That fight against the disgraced Shaolin monks! The fight the other guy did with the umbrella! The kid, fighting bullies and realizing "Heh! My Kung Fu is pretty good!" The chick kicking ass with the rolling carts! That final fight sequence in the flaming courtyard! Damn, it was good. See it. Wowie.
Sunday was quality time with the cats, until it was time to go to Live Bait's doodle benefit, at which I was a wall flower. Sparkely pants! Huzzah!
OK, that probably needs some explanation. The sparkley pants are, well, these beaded pants I bought on impulse with absolutly no prospect of wearing them -- I just do go to many sparkley pants venues. Then my friend Lotti, who works at Live Bait, asked for volunteers for their Doodle benefit, at which they auction off these beautifully framed doodles, autographs, whatever provided by random famous folks. This year, said famous folks included Paul Newman, Tom Hanks, Ralph Nader, Kurt Vonnegut, Bea Arthur, Valerie Bertinelli.... it runs the range, from weird has-beens to big old honkin' stars. As a Wallflower, I stood at the wall, monitored the silent auction for a group of doodles, and made sure no one came to blows. And, and! I got to be a showgirl in my sparkely pants, parading around showing off the doodles that went to live auction. Very very fun, and boy, do my feet hurt. I need to get some Sparkley Birkenstocks to go with my Sparkley Pants, instead of this heels shit. Oy.
The live auction was insane this year -- Bea Arthur sold for $400! Martha Stewwart sold for $1000! Clive Barker went for $3000! Paul Newman went for $6000! Granted, it was a great doodle, but $6000??? Wowie.
So, great night, lots of fun, but boy, my feet hurt.
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