Weekend Wrapup Redux

Same as it ever was

by j. brotherlove

Thanks to Buccho, I’m realizing how uneventful my weekends have become. Could it be possible that the older I get, the more boring weekends get? They are starting to meld into each other and become a huge, forgettable part of my life. Doubt me? Peep a summary:

1. I was very tempted to vote on Friday. But the incredible wait times combined with my distrust of early voting procedures eventually convinced me to wait until Tuesday.
2. Lamented over not being cool enough to fly to New York for Chris and Sdot’s Halloween Party.
3. Suffered serious Black Man Syndrome after eating a cabrales, candied pecan arugula salad with sugarcane balsamic vinaigrette; masa harina herb roasted mahi mahi with grilled vegetable, jack cheese enchilada; yucca fries; homemade tapioca with fresh berries and fried plantains; and washing it down with a mojito & San Pellegrino; all courtesy of Mitra.
4. Speaking of institutions that fuck up billing, my credit card company just sent me a letter to say they incorrectly assessed my finance charges for the past two months and I should expect to see the difference in charges (an increase) reflected on my next bill.
5. I am Claritin’s bitch.
6. Scarfed down a Pangaea Bahn Mi with Lemongrass Chicken and people-watched at Midcity Cafe
7. Shunned SMG for Jamie Foxx doing his thing. Now, I’m on a new crusade to expand my Ray Charles collection. Any suggestions (other than a greatest hits collection)?
8. Stopped by galerie MC to say hello to Marscha Cavaliere and check out Jerry Siegel’s Damaged exhibit (detail shown above).
9. Once again, I am addicted to Red Bull. Is there an addiction class for this? A predict a trip to BJ’s in my future to stock up.
10. 9:39AM; the time I changed all of the clocks on Sunday.
11. Despite several of Georgia’s more conservative counties requesting Halloween be observed on Saturday, our subdivision was so full of ghouls and goblins I could barely get out without running one over.
12. Efforts to scare myself by watching the remake of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre failed miserably. What a terrible film.

You go and eat all these fancy schmanzy things and never invite me. What is really goin on with that?

Ugh- corporate America and Universities make me sick. They never want to admit THEY made a mistake and just “charge it to the game”. Us lowly folk always have to pay for it.

I voted last Wednesday. I am kind of concerned about the shadiness factor as well, but I have class ALL day on Tuesday.

ummm how come texas chainsaw scared the bee-jesus out of me? is it that anything remotely scarely makes me jump? or it my nerves are really that bad? and what’s with the bad movie phase you’re going through?

oh and by the way…you were missed, but we held it down for you…pics coming soon…

Grayse, I though you knew by now that food is my thang. I’ll try to remember to give you a jingle when I eat at another memorable spot. Do you sushi?

Chris, this bad-movie-slump is for the birds. I don’t know how TCM scared you. It’s chock full of horror movie cliches. But I guess they do work on people or they would stop doing it.

Sounds better than my weekend. All I did was go shopping with the COHABITEUR where I bought a pumpkin-colored shirt for a party that I got stiffed on. You know the move:

ME: Yeah, so what time you coming by?
THEM: Oh, well, um, a friend of mine wants to swing by this other party.
ME: Ok, well call me when you know what you’re doing.
THEM: Okay! *click*

Apparently this other party was the one where all the cute boys were that I was not invited to. Hope MOM will like my pumpkin-colored shirt come Thanksgiving…

J, baby- I dont do seafood :( How about a nice german restaurant! lol I kid, I kid. But if you think of something else call me! :)