Monday, May 10, 2004

Busy Weekend

Quite the busy weekend. Friday was more quality time with Amtrak. I'm very, very glad I signed up with their guest rewards program a while ago. Coming in handy these days. I think I can actually switch 5,000 miles to Continental now if I want. Or get free Amtrak tickets. Hmmmm... Anyway, the train was lovely as always. Lots of reading, writing and marveling at human nature. The guy sitting next to me had many buddies on the train so he was hardly ever in his seat. I'm wondering where he kept going off to smoke though, because he REEKED whenever he sat back down next to me. Hmmmm... Bathroom maybe? You could fit a couple smoking buddies in the business class car ones I think.

Saturday was brunch (as always in Boston) at Renee's. Then Hoku walking around the lake - gorgeous day for it. Then Mean Girls. I really liked it. It was good. Though I think I had thought it would've been even better. I don't really remember ever being that mean in High School either. Of course, being that mean would have required caring more about things I couldn't be bothered to care about. Or something. I think I was much meaner in grade school and junior high. I was over the mean thing by high school. Well, over it and totally embarrassed by it.

Anyway, then off to dinner at an Ethiopian place where Pumpkin got smashed on honey wine. I don't care what she says, Fishboy and I both agree that when you say the stairs are hard and you're dizzy that means you're drunk. Silly Pumpkin. And then off for drunken used book store shopping. Pumpkin made me get two gardening books. I now have a giant book on nothing but azaleas. I now have to put azaleas in my backyard. No choice.

It was kinda like date night with Muffy and Steph but switched up. Instead of dinner (making drunk Muffy) then book store then movie we did movie, then dinner (making drunk Pumpkin) then bookstore. Hey, I have a fourth couple in the running for my affections! Woo. I'm never going to decide which one to truly commit to though. Well, I suspect Pumpkin and Fishboy probably don't really want to date me and Buzz and Chuck are hardly around so maybe they aren't so much in the running. Maybe they are just there in case I get dumped by the other couples and am desperate or if I need to whip Muffy & Steph into shape by taunting them with my other options. This paragraph probably only made sense to a handful of folks. Sorry.

Anyway, more brunch on Sunday and then back on the train so I could make it to Madison Square Garden to see the live Survivor Finale. Because who doesn't love being part of a live studio audience? PimpDaddy managed to score tickets through his brother and decided to take me and Steph and another friend - because he's just that awesome of a Pimp.

It was an amusing experience. I am not enough of a Survivor junkie to make it the best night ever, but it was fun. I do have to say though that these folks do not understand crowd control. Lots of mulitcolored wristbands, strange line flows and lots of seat moving and cat herding involved. We ended up in the one section that didn't appear to get any camera time. Heh. There goes my shot at fame and fortune. But we got a good view of Jeff and all. And we were near enough to the middle section to see all the reality-show 'celebrities' filing in. It was awesome to see everyone freak when anyone walked in. Apparently there were quite a few folks from the last two seasons of Survivor which I didn't watch. But then there were some I did remember like Clay and Roger and Butch and such. And some folks from Big Brother episodes that I'd seen. And a few Amazing Race folks too. Mom & Dad: I got a good view of Zack (minus Flo) and the Air Traffic Control guy, Dave. And Team Guido was sitting down front being annoying in matching red shirts so there was that too. And I think that's all I can remember. I was mostly sitting down until I heard the shrieks or until PimpDaddy told me of a new person to check out. I had Steph to chat with and free pringles and M&Ms to enjoy. Corporate Sponsorship and all.

Not too many things different from what was seen on TV. There was a HORRIBLE 'comic' who came to pump up the crowd in the beginning and during the breaks. Lots of old unfunny jokes and a bit of fart humor. Even a Paris Hilton underwear joke. Such a tool. At one point he asked Jeff if he was a boxers or briefs kinda guy and Jeff showed us he was wearing bright green underwear of some kind. Very odd. Jeff also mentioned how the audience was booing or cheering after EVERY SINGLE comment a contestant made, which was pretty true. He said we were like a wrestling crowd or something. I don't know. Loud crowd. Oh, and when they were setting up and having the jury come out to do the live Finale, Tina came on out and sat down and had to be fetched back as they were only doing the jury and the vote and all first. THEN the reunion. Hee. And there was a bit of a kerfluffle during the reunion after Jerri spoke and then she took off. She really shouldn't have taken it to heart. The only person they were really cheering was Rupert, who annoys me no end. And half the time they'd turn around and boo someone they had just cheered a second ago. I liked to yell randomly. But mostly I was cracking up.

There were a TON of kids in the audience which I wasn't expecting. I didn't think it was such a kid show. There were also lots of skanks with I heart Rob signs. See, this is one of the reasons I feel dirty for thinking Boston Rob is hot. I don't want to be like the skanks with I heart Rob signs and wearing buffs as tube tops. I would rather be a more unique, non tube top wearing kinda skank. You know? I wonder how the skanks felt about the BRob & Ambah engagement. I wonder if Amber will have a pre-nup. Heh.

Anyway, it was a fun weekend and I am very grateful to Pumpkin and PimpDaddy for showing me such an awesome time. Now I gotta figure out what exciting thing to do tonight. Eh, who am I kidding. Tonight I clean my apartment and clear my TiVo. I can only maintain my fabulous rock star life a couple days in a row. Then I get tired like the old woman I am.

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