1:20 p.m. - 2008-09-23
Would you rather be nine people's favorite thing or 100 people's ninth favorite thing?
I had a pretty uneventful weekend. Erik seemed to have food poisoning, complete with hurls and squirts from Thursday evening through early Saturday morning. He was taking a training class all last week and he must have eaten something bad there, because we ate the same thing for dinner on Thurs. night, and I was fine. Poor guy's ears were also ringing for like, days. And I have to tell you, he's effing deaf as it is. So I had to over-pronunciate everything I said, and at a volume of ten thousand decibels. But it works out fine, because I'm effing blind. Yin and Yang.
On Saturday night, he did feel well enough to want to at least see a movie. We saw "Ghost Town", with Ricky Gervais. It was very funny and sweet. We had an astoundingly great audience, laughing heartily, sniffling softly, and appreciative applause at the end. I normally hate a full house, because I am a thousand times more likely to be annoyed by:
A) People texting so that others will think they are important.
B) People commentating on the plot to show that they are thoughtful and intelligent.
C) People explaining the plot to idiot friends.
D) People repeating lines they liked in the movie because they want to steal them for themselves for future use.
On Sunday, we watched the Emmy Awards. That opening with the five hosts up for the reality tv award... oh my effing God. The bit was that they had no bit at all. Which they kept saying for 12 minutes.
Things I'd rather do than see last night's Emmy telecast again:
1) Do an Irish Jig naked in my town square.
2) Hang upside down by my toenails, naked in my town square.
3) Be the majorette for the local high school band, all while naked in the town square.
But I was thrilled that Mad Men got Best Drama Series. It's Erik's and my top 3 favorite shows on TV right now. Every Sunday, we're like, "Only ten hours to Mad Men!... "Only nine hours to..." We lead fulfilling lives, I tell ya. I fucking love TV though, so I don't care.
And congratulations to Greg Yaitanes, who won Best Director of a Drama Series ("House")! I'll blog about why I'm giving him a shout-out later. This was enough for today because it is Metho-day and Charlie woke me up while the meds were still in the horrible period. So I feel pukey and achy and sucky. He wanted me to wake up and give him attention because Erik had to go into the office today for a meeting (he often gets to work at home). So I guess he was feeling lonely and that the house was too quiet. But now that he fucking woke me up, he feels content enough to go back to fucking sleep. (Charlie is one of my dogs by the way, not like a poor neglected child or anything.)
Ta-ta for now.
