When you gonna ring it? When you gonna ring it?
I've been thinking about my doorbell
When you gonna ring it?
When you gonna ring it?
~White Stripes "Doorbell"
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What a fabulous weekend. A few road bumps, but overall a good time. Friday, in the pouring rain, Cindy and I made our way down to Avalon to see Liz Phair. I only new a handful of songs, but live music is always a good time. I do not, however, love her more than life itself and hope that she shows up on my doorstep with a dozen roses. The funniest part about Friday night, was the man standing in front of me. If you've seen Forty Year Old Virgin, then you'll know exactly what I am talking about. This guy was wearing a purple and green plaid button down shirt, probably flannel, tucked in to his khaki dockers. His red hoodie was sinched around his waist so tightly, that I was pretty sure he wore a 28 inch waist. His hair was parted to the side and neatly combed over. Oh and he was wearing glasses. After the show got done, he turned to a large man wearing a blue sweatshirt and said "that was the best." Sir, you're clearly not getting laid.
Saturday was also a good day. I got up at 8:33 am... first early morning on a Saturday in a long time. I got myself to the gym and had a good, but tough workout. I had birthday lunch with Pete who is now twenty-five. We hadn't seen each other in a long time, so it was nice to catch up with him. We reconfirmed our annual trip to the brewery and enjoyed lunch at Uno's. I felt bad, but when bringing my change, the waitress brought me a five dollar bill, a one dollar bill, and some coins. Usually, I would have left a four dollar tip... however, because the waitress left me no choice but to leave the five... I left the one and the coins. I felt bad, but I felt like it was her own fault. I wasn't going to ask her to change the five, that's what she should have done as a professional waitstaff. Alas, I continue to be a service snob. Sorry server at Uno's, but you screwed yourself out of three dollars.
I headed over to Jess' to enjoy her new couches and watch a movie. Yeah, it was the ninth day of rain, so I figured some couching was totally justified. The Princess Bride is really quite a fabulous movie. It was nice to hang out with Jess and her homies.
Back at home, Paul and I got dinner, showered, and got pretty for a night on the town. The r'mates and I headed over to Tequila Rain to enjoy some drinking and some dancing. Other than the birthday girl having to leave early, I had a great time. Met some new fun people, hung out with some old fun people, and danced my pants off. Ass shaking never felt so good.
Sunday, the day of rest... lots of basketball, gym, and movie.
And so the week begins. :)
When you gonna ring it?
When you gonna ring it?
~White Stripes "Doorbell"
~~~~
What a fabulous weekend. A few road bumps, but overall a good time. Friday, in the pouring rain, Cindy and I made our way down to Avalon to see Liz Phair. I only new a handful of songs, but live music is always a good time. I do not, however, love her more than life itself and hope that she shows up on my doorstep with a dozen roses. The funniest part about Friday night, was the man standing in front of me. If you've seen Forty Year Old Virgin, then you'll know exactly what I am talking about. This guy was wearing a purple and green plaid button down shirt, probably flannel, tucked in to his khaki dockers. His red hoodie was sinched around his waist so tightly, that I was pretty sure he wore a 28 inch waist. His hair was parted to the side and neatly combed over. Oh and he was wearing glasses. After the show got done, he turned to a large man wearing a blue sweatshirt and said "that was the best." Sir, you're clearly not getting laid.
Saturday was also a good day. I got up at 8:33 am... first early morning on a Saturday in a long time. I got myself to the gym and had a good, but tough workout. I had birthday lunch with Pete who is now twenty-five. We hadn't seen each other in a long time, so it was nice to catch up with him. We reconfirmed our annual trip to the brewery and enjoyed lunch at Uno's. I felt bad, but when bringing my change, the waitress brought me a five dollar bill, a one dollar bill, and some coins. Usually, I would have left a four dollar tip... however, because the waitress left me no choice but to leave the five... I left the one and the coins. I felt bad, but I felt like it was her own fault. I wasn't going to ask her to change the five, that's what she should have done as a professional waitstaff. Alas, I continue to be a service snob. Sorry server at Uno's, but you screwed yourself out of three dollars.
I headed over to Jess' to enjoy her new couches and watch a movie. Yeah, it was the ninth day of rain, so I figured some couching was totally justified. The Princess Bride is really quite a fabulous movie. It was nice to hang out with Jess and her homies.
Back at home, Paul and I got dinner, showered, and got pretty for a night on the town. The r'mates and I headed over to Tequila Rain to enjoy some drinking and some dancing. Other than the birthday girl having to leave early, I had a great time. Met some new fun people, hung out with some old fun people, and danced my pants off. Ass shaking never felt so good.
Sunday, the day of rest... lots of basketball, gym, and movie.
And so the week begins. :)
posted by curlyhairedmegan @ 8:17 AM
1 Comments:
At 8:15 PM ,
Anonymous said...
Megan, you do love her move than life itself, inside you were dancing like that crazy girl who didn't even know the name of the band.
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