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My Weekend Monologue

2001-07-15::1:00 p.m.

Hi Everyone! As you can tell, I am in a much brighter mood than I was during my last entry, so little to no sap today. The reason that I am in a better mood is because this weekend has been a fun one. Friday I hung out with my friend Justin again- we have hung out twice in the last week, which I think is more than we have hung out in the last two years combined. Anyway, so Justin and I got together with no real idea what to do. Here were my brilliant suggestions: 1) We could Rock'N'Bowl at the Magic Stick in D-town, 2) We could check out Space- the newest club that everyone is raving about, (Maybe because the top floor is filled with queen size beds? Dirty!), or 3) (And this was what I was leaning toward), we could try to find the Pirate House in Ann Arbor to see Aloha play, (If you follow the above link to the Pirate House site, you will see that no where on the site are there any directions, or even an address. I guess I could have e-mailed the contact guy, Steve, to get the info, but he comes off kind of hostile, what with the abundance of fuck-you's). Here were Justin's suggestions: 1) We could walk around Royal Oak, or 2) We could walk around Ferndale ("the new Royal Oak" supposedly). Here's what we did: First, we drove through Royal Oak, decided it was too cool for us, (too many fucking bikers to be exact), and decided to push on to Ferndale. Then, we drove through Ferndale, but Ferndale at 10:00pm reminded us both more of Hazel Park than Royal Oak, so we split, and headed back towards the house Justin was housesitting at. At the house we reviewed the couple's movies, (our most promising pick: Tron- Disney, 80's, futuristic), and their board games (Anti-monopoly was the favorite here), and finally decided just to go and rent a movie. So, we headed over to Hollywood Video, where we decided on Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and had a blast looking through a bin of $3 movies. We took all of the movies out of the bin, stacked them in towers which would topple over if you breathed on them wrong, and took turns reading the more interesting looking movies' covers to each other as we replaced them, (keep in mind that by this time it was 11:30, and the kids working at the video store were not happy with us). Our favorite were those from the First Rites series, which offered titles such as Bellyfruit, a real-life account of teenage pregnancy. Justin ended up with two gems, both put out by First Rites, one called Arthouse, about the making of an independent film in which the characters run into, among other things, lesbians, aliens, and porn stars, and the other called The Road to Flin Flon, "A sexy comedy about sun, fun, and hallucinogenic frogs!" After our fun there, we went back to the "perfect" house in the all too quaint neighborhood, watched our rented movie, played catch-up, and reminisced until 3:00am. So, that was Friday. Yesterday, I was sitting around the house all bored. I had finished The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing, which I was really disappointed by, (What's the deal with that chapter about the family that never ties in anywhere else throughout the story, except for the slight reference about fighting on the apartment balcony below the main character's?), and had moved onto A Clockwork Orange, when my friend Kelly stopped by. Good thing I had dressed and showered already- I am lazy anyway, but even lazier on weekends. Kelly stopped by on her way home from the Royal Oak garage sale, and wanted to see if I was in the mood to do a little shopping, which I was, so we went over to Best Buy. An unusual occurence took place, as I walked out of the store without a new cd. Then we dropped her stuff off, and went back to my house where we stuffed our faces with yummy chinese food, and took part in Jurassic Saturday on NBC, by watching the first Jurassic Park. We pretty much didn't leave the couch from that moment on. We watched the news, which had been advertising a creepy clip all throughout the movie about freeze-drying your pets so you could, "see and touch them forever." The actual story was really quite disgusting, showing all these pets being thrown into the "Ultra Dry" machine. Think you want your own kitty freeze-dried someday? Just shell over $800-$1000 dollars to your local taxidermist, and Fluffy will be fluffy, forever. Perhaps the creepiest clip throughout the whole segment was at the end, when a woman who was reunited with her newly freeze-dried pet, packed her away in the car, while petting her head and saying to her in a sing-song voice, "You're coming home!" Truly disgusting. After the creepiness of the nightly news, we changed postions on the couch to enjoy the hilarity of SNL, whose host was Val Klimer. He was yummy, and it is the shame I can't say the same about U2's performance, which Kelly and I both agreed was lacking. After SNL, Kelly left, but not before we finalized plans to see Cibo Matto today in Chene Park at Detroit's Concert of Colors. Me is excited? You had better believe it. Actually, we have to leave in about 2 hours to make it in time for the show, and I still have to shower, exercise (see, I told you all I'd stick with it), and eat, so I had better go now. Bye!