so...my weekend.
it went well. Friday was a good friend, one of my oldest good friend's, birthday. third decade of life and all that...or as we termed it, his 8th annual 22nd birthday.
we gathered and drank and had a great time.
it was a bit damped by the fact that we found out that his boyfriend is deploying to iraq very soon. but regardless we managed drunken high hilarity.
the girl who threw/hosted the party made it of a Care Bear theme. don't ask. it really just consisted of care bears on the ice cream birthday cake and she gave him a bear for his birthday. in a moment of telepathic communcative friendship, J and I cracked up dying of laughter when she told him that she was giving him Share Bear. because we both...him by being gay I suppose and I from being around enough to know
exactly how he would hear it...we both heard "Cher Bear" and pictured a short cuddly adorable pop singer bear with long curly black hair and a funny nose.
I got J Harry Potter books 5 and 6. (and I copy of 6 for me too of course...halfway through it now.)
anyhow. we most ended up on the couch drunk and laughing.
next night I went and ate WAAAY too much at the Hardrock Cafe on the riverwalk.
so much for trying to get back into shape.
then we went and watched Charlie and the Chocolate factory.
I didn't like it near as much as the first one.
genevieve hit on most of the reason why and I agreed.
it was pretty eye candy. and I know the story was truer to the book, but...ugh.
spent this afternoon visiting with family in San Antonio. tomorow my youngest brother turns 18. wanted to...I dunno...now contragulate him...though he's done pretty well to be the way he is, all things considered...I'm hoping now that he's old enough I can start cutting him away from the influence of my bible thumping stepmonster. at least enough so he can start thinking for himself. it's a rescue attempt.
tomorrow I go back to work.
the girl comes back to see me again in September. I cannot wait.
"we all dream of being a child again...even the worst of us. perhaps the worst most of all.
it went well. Friday was a good friend, one of my oldest good friend's, birthday. third decade of life and all that...or as we termed it, his 8th annual 22nd birthday.
we gathered and drank and had a great time.
it was a bit damped by the fact that we found out that his boyfriend is deploying to iraq very soon. but regardless we managed drunken high hilarity.
the girl who threw/hosted the party made it of a Care Bear theme. don't ask. it really just consisted of care bears on the ice cream birthday cake and she gave him a bear for his birthday. in a moment of telepathic communcative friendship, J and I cracked up dying of laughter when she told him that she was giving him Share Bear. because we both...him by being gay I suppose and I from being around enough to know
exactly how he would hear it...we both heard "Cher Bear" and pictured a short cuddly adorable pop singer bear with long curly black hair and a funny nose.
I got J Harry Potter books 5 and 6. (and I copy of 6 for me too of course...halfway through it now.)
anyhow. we most ended up on the couch drunk and laughing.
next night I went and ate WAAAY too much at the Hardrock Cafe on the riverwalk.
so much for trying to get back into shape.
then we went and watched Charlie and the Chocolate factory.
I didn't like it near as much as the first one.
genevieve hit on most of the reason why and I agreed.
it was pretty eye candy. and I know the story was truer to the book, but...ugh.
spent this afternoon visiting with family in San Antonio. tomorow my youngest brother turns 18. wanted to...I dunno...now contragulate him...though he's done pretty well to be the way he is, all things considered...I'm hoping now that he's old enough I can start cutting him away from the influence of my bible thumping stepmonster. at least enough so he can start thinking for himself. it's a rescue attempt.
tomorrow I go back to work.
the girl comes back to see me again in September. I cannot wait.
"we all dream of being a child again...even the worst of us. perhaps the worst most of all.
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I sorta liked the Chocolate Factory, but I wouldn't buy the DVD, and I won't go see it again. It bothered me that they made him sound like Dr. Evil as a cartoon.