Monday, August 04, 2003

*INSERT BIG ASS YAWN HERE*

Fuck I'm tired. What a long weekend. Friday night, Lori and I went to Costco and Fred Meyers to buy food and stuff for my mom's 50th birthday party on Saturday. Then I made dinner for Ash, and us. We chilled out watching 'How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days" and just had a nice time. The next morning, Aaron and I picked up the decorations for the party at Party City and then met up at Karen and Uncle Gary's house to decorate for the party. We had a lovely day, a nice turnout, and my mom seemed to enjoy herself which is what's important anyway. I was beat by 8pm. We were going to go out and sing karaoke that night, but decided at the last minute to just chill at home and have a few beers and play 'Friends Trivia'. We picked up some Widmer Beer... the blonde and the hefeweizen ( pronounced heef-uh-weezen don't you know) and guess what... IT TASTES LIKE ASS! Mummified moldy ass to be exact. I want my 6 bucks back Rob and Kurt Widmer. And a handwritten apology for ingesting that nastiness.

Ashley left for home (Arizona) on Sunday. We hung out a few times while she was in town, and it was a lot of fun. I was really happy she got to meet Aaron, and they seemed to get along swimmingly. Heh. I said swimmingly. I had a few shots on Saturday night... 'butterballs'... I wanted to make buttery nipples but we didn't have any irish cream liquer (sp?) so I went to this site which is the coolest ever because you can punch in what ingredients you have and it'll come up with drink recipes. So we made butterball shots, which is 3 parts kahlua to 1 part butterschotts. I gotta say, they were pretty good. I had 4 I think, and a beer and 20 minutes later fell asleep on the couch for a while. Hard alcohol usually makes me tired, but I don't usually fall asleep right away. But I was tired.

Further, I never sleep past 830 on a weekend morning; it just doesn't happen. I am usually up by 8. The phone rang around 915 sunday morning and I was dead asleep... and probably could have slept another 2-3 hours. But we had shit to do, so Aaron and I got up and cleaned the apartment before he had to jet off and go to work for a few hours. I was in a foul mood all day... wanted to go see the Blue Angels, but was neither dressed or remotely ready to go down to Lake Washington by the time they were in the air. Watching them on tv was just depressing. Plus I was just so tired and just wanted to lay around the house, but it just wasn't an option yesterday. We are going camping this coming weekend and we needed to go up to the area we are going to camp at and write out the directions for some friends that are meeting us up there on Saturday. I did not feel like going anywhere, but it needed to be done. Aaron's brother and his wife and daughter drove us up there, and our friend Willie followed. There was a road closure on the main road to get to the campsite, so we had to figure out how to go around from the other side... we drove around North Bend forever and a day I swear. I ended up having a good time. I was just ready to go home around 5, but we didn't walk in the door until 10 to 8. I hate busy sunday evenings... I like to approach the coming week in a relaxed and slow manner... chillin at home,doing nothing. But that's ok, I ended up enjoying myself... even though I had to pee so bad at one point I was getting kidney pains. We are going to be camping in the woods... no bathrooms, and when we stopped I just couldn't make myself pee outside. I could not do it. I will do it this weekend..but man, I think because I could hear everyone so close I just got stage fright.

Did you see this article? Who knows if Kobe really did rape that girl... I wasn't there, so I'm not going to speculate. But articles like this certainly are damaging... I mean who knows who the female was... coulda been his wife, daughter, perhaps an employee... could be just a medical thing. Who knows. But I read in another article that medics were called to the house earlier this year... but that report was just as vague. Interesting.



My mom who celebrated a special birthday this weekend (her actual bday is tommorrow), with grandpa and that would be my Aunt Dana on the right.




Me and lori with our cousin Geary... who is Alex P. Keaton in the flesh.


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