exciting weekend

Friday night I went to Sardines. It was good. Good food, attractive waitstaff (for the most part....our waitperson was VERY attractive, that's all that matters). They had live music, but it was too loud. But that was ok, none of the people I was with were big talkers. When I'm the outgoing one in the group, you know you're in trouble. Personally, I think the little band should have warmed up in the kitchen or bathroom, or something. Listening to that while feeling guilting for scarfing down garlic bread was not enjoyable. The drummer started the warm up....to me it sounded like the table behind us was uneven and rocking back and forth Before I realized it was the drummer, I was ready to grab a matchbook and stick it under the table leg. bum.......bum.........bumbum........bum......What's that? That's not even warm up, that's a deathmarch. (yep, that's about as exciting as it got)

Saturday I went to the gym after a three day absence. Ok, I don't get this....I go every day and my weight ooches up from 172 to 180 (all muscle I'm sure), then I miss three days and am down to 170. How do you lose that much weight in a few days?

There was all sort of action outside for me to watch while I exercised. Little chi'rens playing soccer. That's always cute...the little tykes. But the best part was watching people walk past. There was a hole in the ground. I noticed that although not a single female tripped in it, every single male did. Hmmmm? It was hilarious. One guy had a blow out and threw his flipflop into the soccer field as he tried to not fall. I also noticed that all the african american ladies were pretty in pink....and yet all the white ladies were dressed to pick up cans on the side of the road. But none of them tripped.

And the girl at the concession stand had her chair set right beside the grill. It was HOT oustide...who would do that? I wanted to go out and move it for her since she apparently didn't have the sense to.

I enjoyed watching people trip...until this one little boy tripped, his soda pop flew through the air and all spilled out. He cried. I nearly joined in.

The best seat at Billy Bobs (believe me...this does tie in) is at the back left bar, first stool. The bar is on a platform, and EVERYONE trips coming up that step.... and that stool is front row seat. Some people try to catch themselves and take off running. Others just go with it and fall. Nothing better than a big ole bubba, holding his woman's hand, and taking her running with him, making her almost split her Rockies.

On the way home from the gym, I stopped at Walmart Neighborhood Market to buy toilet bowl cleaner. And got carded. For toilet bowl cleaner? Apparently people sniff it. Which is fine (not people sniffing it, but carding for it), but the little lady copped an attitude with me. Mistake. I have to admit, when I was cleaning the toilet, I lingered over it a little longer, embraced in the fumes. Didn't feel anything....except stupid.

Sunday went to get my hair cut. Uncle Buck nearly ran over me on the way there. How do cars that produce more smoke than the California fires pass inspection?

Well, you'd think I enlisted in the army. Got it all cut off. Kinda high-and-tight, with a little extra on top for the spiking. The girl cutting it (Gloria) was like "oh, are you sure you want to do that?" and half way through asked,"are you ok? you're not upset are you?" And when she was finished, "that was painful...you had such nice hair." Thanks....I feel pretty now. I wanted to say "Girl! You're eatin' into your tip." I wish I was like Brad Pitt and could sell my hair on Ebay....I would have made a killing.

And....last night was bowling league. I bowled 119, 97 and 93. You may think "YOU SUCK!!!" But since I've been known to bowl in the 40's....I was happy. Especially since they had just oiled the lanes and I was having issues with greasy balls. The guys we opposed (or versed, as my kids say) were real nice and funny. I hate it when it's a team of mean girls.

The weekend that was....