Confessions of A Naughty Girl

This Stuff Really Only Happens to Me

Okay, so I had a nice weekend. How was yours? Oh, great, glad to hear it.

On Friday, I went to see Pat McGee and Vertical Horizon play at a small local venue with my sister, her friends, and Humpy. Pat McGee is hot."Vertical Horizon? Not so hot. I spent the majority of their set wishing they would play "Everything You Want" so I could go home and pass the f*ck out. (It was Friday, and I had a long week!) Instead, we waited out half the set, and the bald guy, who Humpy pointed out looks suspiciously identical to the lead singer of Live made the crowd sing half the lyrics, mistakenly drew the self-righteous conclusion that people know any lyrics from any of their albums, save for the aforementioned "Everything You Want". I was ultimately disappointed. I didn't pay $20 for a ticket, and $18 for four drinks, to get hammered, try to remember the f*cking lyrics to Vertical Horizon, and sing it back into the Live singer's microphone. If I wanted to do that, I'd pay $7 for a six-pack, turn on the iTunes, take a f*cking beer shower, and sing to my damn self.

Anyway, Saturday, I decided to play it low-key and go to the movies with a small group of friends. As luck would have it (or not have it, in this case), the "small group" ended up consisting of me, my friend (coincidentally my boss), and my other friend (coincidentally someone I like). Yes, a situation so awkward, we should probably just invent a new word for "awkward". I like both of them a lot, but let's face it - the three of us are probably not what the French had in mind when they thought up the "menage a trois" concept.

So the three of us, wanting to eat healthy, headed to a soup and salad restaurant before the movie. A soup and salad restaurant that, as luck would have it, was occupied by 3 other people aside from us, all over the age of 80. Collectively, the three of us brought the average age down by at least three decades. The good news was that we felt really young. The bad news is that the salad bar ran out of soft foods rather quickly. Still, we got a pretty good chuckle out of it. The fact that my friend (coincidentally someone I like) got stuck behind a 90 year old woman in a walker on his way back from the salad bar said it all, really.

After our amusing and very entertaining meal, we headed to a brew-and-view theater to see "Wedding Crashers". We knew it would sell out quickly, so we got there about half an hour early to get tickets. As we approach the box office, my friend (boss), buys her ticket. I buy my ticket. And, in a cruel twist of fate, as soon as my other friend tried to buy a ticket, the cashier said that they had "just sold out" of the showing. Yes, sold out. What the f*ck are the odds of that? Now, if I believed in signs, I might be inclined to think that this was some sort of red flag. But I digress.
After "fooling" the theater personnel into thinking he was going to see "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory", we snuck him into the movie and had a good time.

And on Sunday? I did rest. I think it was well-deserved, after the weekend I had. Plus, I needed it. I think I ate too much salad at the salad bar.

posted by KA @ 10:14 PM