Sunday, January 24, 2010
Sitting here, watching me some football. "Are you ready for some foooootttbaaaaaalll!!!" Every time. I do that every time I watch football. So, here's my weekend. Friday I volunteered at Trad Fest at Old Town. It was awesome. It's always awesome. It's this annual event they have. It's a big gigantic open house thing. There's a pot luck dinner, and live bands, and song circles, and jams, and Cajun dancing, and square dancing. It's a ridiculous good time. I'm grateful I got to be there. I worked the door, so collected money, kept track of the will call and comp lists, stuff like that. Worked with Dierdre, and she's pretty awesome. We met some adorable gays named Harry and Benji. They were so fabulous I wanted them to adopt me right away. Saturday was kinda crap. I went to DANK to register the adult students for their new semester. Nice for all but one of the entire class to not show up this week. C'mon people, 8am on a Saturday? And now I have to do it again!?!? They are going to get a very stern email from me. Better be there next week, grumble grumble. After that I had to go get a new tire. Sigh. VonMOm would tell you it's all my fault, and I'm a shitty driver, blah blah blah. The fact of the matter is that my tires are about 7 years old, and well, they're old. So that evily high curb I clipped might not have cashed my tire if the darn things weren't so old. Like I have $$ for a new tire. Went home and napped after that. I ended up napping too long, and had no get-up-and-go after that. I ended up staying home and watching really bad television. I mean really bad. I mean "The Pregnancy Pact" on Lifetime bad. I went to bed super early just because I was bored. This morning I was at the grocery store by 8:30. It was awesome. It was like my own private grocery store. Went to book club this afternoon. Awesome. Fantastic book, great book club gals, good bar, good beer. Sitting here, watching football. I'm a girl, so it's basically like this "I don't like that Manning guy. I hope his team loses" No such luck. Now, it's "I don't like Brett Favre. I hope his team loses." Annnnd. It's Sunday.