July 6th, 2004

mr. robin

July Fourth weekend

Hi! I had a great weekend.

[I like the commercials for the All-Star Game, because they are Blues Brothers-y. And I can get behind something like that.]

Speaking of baseball, I spent Friday night watching the Phillies game. And then falling asleep in front of the Phillies game. Man, Phillies! Way to go play until forever. I cannot make it for very long on weeknights, and Fridays are no exception if I don't get a nap in.

On Saturday Mitchell and I watched Star Trek V: The One Where Spock's Mysteriously-Appearing Half-Brother Goes Looking For God (a.k.a. Star Trek V: The One Shatner Directed a.k.a. Star Trek V: The One Nobody Likes And I Really Do Mean Nobody). I don't know, it wasn't THAT bad. I mean it wasn't very good, but whatever, it's not like Star Trek isn't really fucking cheesy a lot of the time, this just had a whole lot of it. The writing sucked. Man, I was half-hoping that everyone was going to emote like Kirk, now THAT would have been an interesting movie.

Then I went to Lynn & Ralph's for a holiday barbeque. There were a lot of grownups there! Jeff and Chris and Dave and I played Lawn Bocce, and I was on Jeff's team, and I was sort of pretty awful.

Dinner was delicious. Dinner is always delicious when there is a Hunt involved. I had a hamburger and a hot dog and beans and I really wanted some chicken, too, but I couldn't fit any more food in my person.

Ralph and his neighbor had bought a lot of illegal fireworks, so there was a show out over the river. This guy Mike would put some stuff in a rowboat ("dinghy") and wade out twenty or thirty feet from shore, and then light those puppies. Man, there were some nice, big, professional-looking fireworks in there. And so MANY of them! Definitely the best amateur fireworks display I've seen in quite some time. Chris set everything else on fire. Firecrackers (not the biggest fan, I must admit, they are just LOUD,), bottle rockets, other . . . rockets, M somethings, 80's or 90's I guess, and Emily and I watched him from afar with a Roman candle and he looked like a wizard.

Then we came back to the Manse and I fell asleep on the couch.

Sunday was the pool party at the Manse. Vince and Jeff and Hal and Dave were playing Pool Bocce when I arrove, which isn't as chaotic as you would think. There was barbeque, and a hot tub, and a water slide, and a million billion people, and I smoked approximately eight thousand cloves. No but seriously, it may have been eight. It may have been, like, fourteen. I don't know. But too many! But it gives me something to do.

Also, the smoking circle (smoking smoking, that is) upstairs was tremendous! Holy cow so many people. We had a joint, a bowl, AND a bubbler going around at one time, as I recall.

Then night fell, and there was still the hot tub and the pool and the water slide. As well as fireworks. And ping pong and shuffleboard inside. And more smoking.

A great party! I stayed until 3:30. I did a pretty good job of drinking, in that I didn't get ca-razy drunk and/or nauseous and/or asleep.

On Monday Mitch and I went for a drive. We went to the Moorestown Mall, which for some reason I remember as being a fairly upscale mall, but it's not, it's totally regular and unimpressive. We didn't go into any stores except video game stores. Then we had Boston Market, which, man, Boston Market is pretty good for fast food. I totally fatted myself.

Then we came back to 508 and I watched the boys play wiffle ball. It was really, really hot, and all I was doing was sitting there, so I can't even imagine. Then I came home to my air conditioning and like, I don't know, worked on my website or something dorky like that.

That was my weekend! Boring post! Sorry.

I'm reading Shogun right now. You know this book? It's twelve hundred pages long. My mother LOVES this book. Every few years she pulls it out and reads it, it's pretty tattered by now. My mom has this problem, though, with reading: she can't stop. She doesn't like to start books, because once she does, she doesn't like to do anything else until it's finished. You know, like eating, and sleeping, and whatnot. Whenever she starts Shogun, it means she's not going to get to bed earlier than three or four for the whole week, or however long it takes her to finish it. Well, I saw a coverless copy at Goodwill last month, so I bought it, and made a cover out of a calendar, and I really like it! It's an awfully quick read, and I actually can tell all of the characters apart! I was worried I'd have trouble with that, I'm not good with names and whatnot, but I guess because Japanese is so easy and fun to say out loud (in my head), it's been no trouble at all. I'm breezing right through this bitch. Also it reminds me of my mom, and I'll get to talk to her about it once I'm through.

I think that's it! My wrists hurt. Smell you later.

P.S. Man, so my apartment, right? Is usually very messy. Much messier than your apartment. And for the past few weeks it's been approximately five to six times as messy as it usually is. It's appalling. And I'm supposed to have people over tomorrow night? But I totally do not want to do anything right now. I'm trying to decide if smoking will a) make me single-minded and determined and cleany or b) make me sit on the couch. It could either way, I kid you not. Sometimes pot is so good for someone who is cleaning! And other times not so much.
mr. robin

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Like most of you, I have an email address that I use solely for you know, crap that's sure to get me an annoying email every week. Every time I buy something, pretty much, or put my name on a mailing list, I use this addess, so's not to clutter up my real one. Or my other real one. Or my new real one. Or my work email.

ANYWAY, I apparently am receiving email from both John Kerry AND George W. Bush (as well as his lovely wife Laura). Okay, the NOW I can see, the Planned Parenthood, uh huh, the Democratic Party, natch, that worker's something-or-other group who didn't want the reduction-in-overtime bill, of course. But the president, really? How on earth did that happen? Doesn't he read my LiveJournal? Seriously!