Fri night:
Mary J and Jay Z concert: Unbelievable, that woman is the most talented singer in the world, I love her. Sisette and I were one of 12 white girls in all of MSG, which in a way made me feel kind of cool. Well that and the contact high I was getting from being surrounded by blunts. I’m still singing Not Gon Cry. At one point the music started for one of her songs and so the audience started singing and instead of singing herself, MJB just held her mike out to us and we sang the whole freaking thing. Can you imagine what it’s like for a stadium of thousands of people to sing your song to you word for word, must have been awesome for her. Oh and Oprah and Gayle were there and Jodie Foster too – awesome right?!
Sat morning:
Stayed in and watched Atonement, pretty sad, Kiera Knightly is a big fish face.
Sat evening:
Met sisette and bro-in-law to head to house party in
Sun morning:
Pants came over and we went to the ickiest diner in town and enjoyed a yummy breakfast.
Read newspaper, see that Flight of the Conchords is playing at Town Hall this week, attempt to get tickets, fail, cry. Try calling people who can find tickets to sold out shows, fail, cry. If anyone knows anyone who can get us in, please let me know. I can offer, many favorable blog posts about you and tasty treats.
Sun afternoon:
Despite morning disappointment, Pants and I take the pup to
Sun evening:
Pants and I meet Sisette and Angel Baby for grocery shopping to buy meat for meatballs. Hold baby in supermarket, arm almost gives out due to extraneous weight. Pants buys me flowers to show off in front of Sisette, but whatever, they are gorg, and I love them. Return home, make delicious meatballs – the trick is to sautee the onions and garlic before adding to meaty mix. Enjoy meatballs.
Sun night:
Convince Pants to go see Baby Mamma. Could have waited for video, but whatev.
In all, it was a lovely weekend.
3 comments:
Sounds like... the worst.weekend.ever. I guess the part about you having to poo really badly is cool, but everything else seems like a bad episode My So-Called Life, only worse.
don't talk about my new BFF like that.
So glad you crashed the party.
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