Saturday, June 12, 2004

I know I wasn't the only one left with a sour taste in my mouth after the Reagan "final" funeral last night. I admittedly did not watch the whole thing, but I was able to catch the last 20 or so minutes while their family pastor gave his final words and the cameras relentlessly focused on Nancy Reagan's face. I felt like a voyeur. This was only topped by the cacauphony of camera shutters as Nancy leaned over, crying on her husband's coffin as her children led her away. Public figure or not, don't you think the family should be able to have it's last moments without all of America gawking?

Friday, June 11, 2004

It's after 3 and undoubtedly I have a fever, I watched that awful movie with Whoopie Goldberg in it where she takes control of the New York Knicks and I've been trying to get a rational answer out of my dog as to why he insists on peeing on the corner of the dining room rug.

Oh, and something funny that I just remembered: There is a real estate agent in my parents' neck of Atlanta named Thom York and every time we drive by a sign bearing his name Big Gray makes up a song about buying houses to the tune of Fake Plastic Trees.

Bella Coola at our "inspirational" meeting yesterday, which amounted to many drinks and talk of a possible band name change, cover band fantasies, failed relationships, sunflowers in North Dakota, All the Real Girls, Chinatown, Mullholland Drive, favorite movies and secret favorite movies, and Ms. C's new boyfriend.
I don't know how inspired we were, but we're a lot more pumped about practice on Tuesday than we were yesterday.

ps: I'm definitely sick.

Thursday, June 10, 2004

I've just tried to cut my own hair and I think it was a major mistake.*
In an effort to save the money I would otherwise spend to have a capable professional give me a great summer 'do I took to the scissor and made a mess of it. Now it seems I will have to pay the capable professional to fix it (money spent) and wind up with, most likely, the less desirable "fixed" 'do which we all know is not as good as a real 'do.
*I assumed that because I cut other peoples' hair that it would be as easy to cut my own. Not so much. All ya'll leechers out there that reap the benefits of free Mame haircuts need to band together and pay for my fix 'do. You can't have me running around town like this. "Who's that?" people will say. "That is the girl that cuts my hair..."

Burgening sickness
I feel it. In my throat. The dreaded "Summer Cold."

I've reached a state of dillusion where I somehow think that if I leave the ever building pile of clean laundry on the bed it will somehow miraculously be folded. Same theory applies to the piles of unopened mail on the desk.

Last night we drove to ATL to celebrate my mom's (undisclosed) birthday. This followed the strangest phone conversation 2 days ago with the birthday girl:
me: hey, what are you doing tomorrow?
her: uh, nothing. why?
me: I thought I would come over there for dinner.
her: in the middle of the week? you must be REALLY bored.
me: uh, I guess so.

We watched the Reagan funeral, had great food and maybe the best cheesecake I've ever tasted.

They are putting in a new deck off the back of their house and I sat mesmerized by the sunkissed men in dusty khakis moving dirt and building their tri-level masterpiece. David Sedaris once said that real estate is like a second honeymoon for married couples, but I think for Big Gray and I it is definitely decks and patios. We flip through the Restoration Hardware catalogue saying thinks like, " Oooh. That would be so awesome in our backyard," when the truth is that it is awesome in their backyard in the catalogue and in our overgrown, grassless, squirrel-infested yard it would look like a debutante at the swap meet. We crunch the numbers on how much it would cost to put paving stones down for a proper patio, buy furniture and maybe one of those big umbrellas for shade on those lazy summer afternoons by the grill while our phone bills sits untouched because I'm waiting for my next paycheck to go through.

Wednesday, June 09, 2004

Happy Birthday to my mom. (She's the one on the far right.)

Tuesday, June 08, 2004

I just woke up

And this is what my hair looked like.

Monday, June 07, 2004

Maybe the weirdest junk mail yet...
"graduated cylinder fetishes"

NYC is a lucky mother

I miss my friends...

Sunday, June 06, 2004

Hill Valley Preservation Society
Both Big Gray and I feel compelled to say something about the above stated band we saw last night, but neither of us really know what to say or how to say it.
Let me start with this: it was terrible. Terrible and embarassing. Terrible, embarassing and overly expository. Words can't really capture our disappointment when the "80's cover band" we thought we went to see turned out to be a collection of nerdy misfits doing 80's tv show themes with 1-3 minutes of banter between each song. One guy equated it to seeing Dave Coulier live at the Detroit 150th Anniversary Celeration. Their piercing rendition of the Muppet Babies theme haunted my dreams.
There was air guitar.
There were "stage names" including Punky Brewster (we did not hear the theme song) and Clark W. Griswold "taking a break from Wally World to be here tonight."
There were props like big wacky glasses and a rubber chicken.
I saw one of the bartenders handing out complimentary shots to ease the pain.
They did an impromtu performance of "My Buddy" and "Kid Sister."

A scan of the crowd revealed all of our friends that had come out to see Murder Beach huddled in one corner with their mouths agape. There was the occassional laughter or heckle, but mostly we were too shocked and appalled to do anything but stare.

On a slightly related note, did anyone know that the "DJ" in DJ Tanner from Full House stood for "Donna Jo?"

Breathing through my nose, sleeping, tasting...
All the things that I've wanted to do for a whole week and now I can! Finally, this cold is just about done. I haven't been able, nor was I in the mood, to do much this week. I didn't even watch an excess of movies, and of those I did view most weren't to good. I greatly regret the hour I just wasted on Down With Love.

I didn't even know that Reagan died yesterday. I remember cheering when I heard he won his second election, because he was the incumbent--I was too young to know of anyone else in the race. Four years later, I feigned illness the day after Bush won the election. I couldn't bear going to school to be ridiculed for supporting Dukakis. Apparently, I had "vicious" and politically savvy fourth grade friends.

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