Warning: No Diving. This post is not deep.

Three day weekends typically involve me sitting on my couch being bored. For three days. But nooo, not this weekend. I hit the ground running Friday night and bounded my way right through Sunday. Here are some highlights in bullet form for ease of use.

• Friday night I met up with a high school girlfriend for dinner. Fabulous as always. Her mom is the coolest person of all time ever (except for everyone else who I deem the coolest person of all time ever at will).
• Following dinner I drove my ass out to Baltimore to see Thomas Lunch. This was nerve wracking for any number of reasons including:
  • I am a reformed baltimore-phobic
  • It was a late show
  • I have been in a silent war with the keyboardist/computer player/synthesizer man/bleep-bloop guy since I was 17. I guess it’s over now. Mostly because I’m admitted to myself that I’m better than him =)
  • I was bound to see even more high school kids there
  • It was in FRIGGEN BALTIMORE

  but it ended up being a totally rad show and I had a blast. Hooray for talking myself out of stupid reasons to not do things. Social anxiety is a blower.

• Saturday afternoon I went to yet another high school friend’s med school graduation party. It was fun. There were more high school people there. I behaved myself.
• Saturday night I went to see my baby-cousin-who-is-not-a-baby-anymore play soccer. It was fun. No high school people. Always a bonus.
• Sunday was bbq day. Holy. Shit. Could have been the best time ever this summer. Here are some take away notes:
  • If you beg people to eat the food that you brought, they do. Probably out of guilt. Somehow, that doesn’t bother me and my fruit skeewweeeers were a rousing “success”. I didn’t bring melon. Some people had to deal.
  • I like Killians beer which is funny because I hate beer.
  • There were 6 kinds of dead animal at the bbq, enough to feed a few small countries or about a dozen 20-30 somethings.
  • If you ask nice enough, it will not rain.
  • Arjewtino sucks at math. And using a calculator. And figuring out how to use a camera that actually has a viewfinder and “film”.
  • I am still the grill-master.
  • I can add two new impressions to my list of impressions – “Velociraptor” and “Baby from Dirty Dancing”. There is photographic evidence of this that will more than likely show up somewhere on the internets by week’s end.
  • Eating corn, no matter how hard you try, will always resemble fellatio. Again, photographic evidence. Damn those cameras.
  • I heard for the millionth time “Wow, I’d have to be drunk to do that” said in my general direction.
  • I missed Prince vs. Michael Jackson dance party at Black Cat because it was raining like a mo-fo and I live ALL THE WAY OUT in the burbs and couldn’t get home to change. I feel badly about this because mama really wanted to go.
• Monday was pool day with the girls. We talked about boys, questioned the attractiveness of the Russian lifeguard (I have him a solid “yeah he’s alright” vs the “eh, I’m not impressed” from the other girls), coveted the hairy guy’s edition of “A Guide to Personal Finance” that resembled a Bible and was most certainly perfect pool reading, and made fun of the white-trash family that was also at the pool. Good thing we girls know how to whisper. Hopefully.
• Monday night was dinner with my favorite Harvard Law student. She’s here for the summer saving the world before returning to Harvard to finish saving the world. Best part of the night? Walked from Dupont to Adams Morgan metro. I do love a post-dinner schvitz.

So now it’s Tuesday. I’ll post something of substance soon, I promise.

But for right now, we can continue with my favorite game: Remind me of some other things I’ve done that you’d only do drunk… 🙂

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