What should I do this weekend?

Should I:

A. Free puppies from the dreaded Puppy Ghettos? This is just a shameless excuse to show a picture of puppies.

B. Hang out with my good friend Carlos D?

C. Risk life and limb by learning the fine art of the trapeze? Thanks go to Trapeze Tito for the fine demonstration.

D. Perfect my dance to "Stool Boom?"

E. Finish watching season one of "Deadwood" and find out who Al Swearingin is going to kill next?

What to do? What to do?

Or maybe the sculpture is of Rosemary?

Last night Amiee Mann and Tracy Bonham played a free concert in Copley Square, conveniently located next to a store called "Copley Flair." I went to see them play with my friend G and her husband. Mr. G told us a story about how his aunt hates Aimee Mann. Not hate like how you and I hate Lindsay Lohan, but hates as in "I know her personally and I hate her" kind of hate. Still with me? It seems that Mr. G's aunt did some work for Til Tuesday back in the 80s and she suspects that Aimee Man slept with her husband at the time. Oh, Aimee Mann.

This tale of Ms. Mann's past indiscretion did little to hamper our enjoyment of the evening. Both ladies played fairly well, but I was kind of mystified when Aimee Mann began explaining her new concept album, "It's about two people who fall in love and take a road trip together and then their love kinda implodes." I can dig that, but she continues, "It takes place in 1970 and the guy is a Vietnam Vet and a drug addict and the girl is a small town girl who wants to get the hell out of town." Alright... "Then they decide to start a monkey farm out in the desert, but the monkeys turn out to be aliens who eat their brains." I'm sorry, but you've completely lost me. Ok, maybe she didn't say that last bit, but you knew that's where it was going.

After that Mr. and Mrs. G and I headed over to the Institute of Contemporary Art to see an exhibit about emotions. It included, but what not limited to a video of a girl screaming, Nan Goldin photographs, a realistic sculpture of a woman who had just given birth complete with an evil looking baby, and a mirror. Yes, you read that right someone stuck a mirror on the wall. Let's go back to that evil baby for a second, because I have a good joke to go along with it. Are you ready? Man, that baby looks so evil, they should name it Damien! Ba dum ching!

A chair's for fools, everybody wants stools!

For some reason I have "Stool Boom" in my head. It's ok, I'm just going to go back to eating my lunch out of my "Remains of the Day" lunch box.

Darn you Comcast!

In honor of the fact that I couldn't watch Laguna Beach last night because my cable was out.

Take the quiz: "Which Laguna Beach Character are You?"

LC
You are LC, very fashionable, rich, and GORGEOUS. You are bitchy but in a silent way. Who cares though with looks like that!?

Cousin Larry. Eh, just because.

Senior Night

Senior Night at my high school took place on the night before graduation at the local athletic club in an attempt to discourage all the seniors from following the example set by our driver's ed teacher of drinking, driving, and getting a DUI (Yes, the same man who showed us "Blood on the Highway" was also spending his weekend getting liquored up at the local sports club and then attempting to drive home). The athletic club in my home town was huge. Each year it kept expanding in blob-like fashion absorbing everything around it, including a hair salon, a coffee shop, and a restaurant. There is an elementary school nearby that I think is next.

Everyone went to Senior Night, jocks, preppies, drama geeks, computer geeks, bowling geeks, literary geeks, ping-pong geeks, and just plain geeks. All I really remember from that night was wandering around the massive athletic club. I didn't bring a suit so I couldn't swim, I can't play basketball and so I didn't feel I was up to playing against the varsity team dominating the courts, racket ball freaks me out (I feel like I'm trapped in the future with those huge white walls all around), and no one was on the dance floor and I certainly wasn't going to be the only one to demonstrate my macarena skills. So my friends and I wandered from room to room. I think the most time I spent anywhere was at the snack bar.

We were forced to stay there until 2 am or if we left early our parents would be called to let them know we were on our way home. To entice everyone to stay they gave out prizes at the end of the night. I won a cooler, which has since been stolen by my parents, and a battery tester, which has followed me everywhere I have live, but I have yet to use. I guess I'm pretty good about keeping tabs on used batteries. One girl won two TV's. I mustered up all of my smooth skills to hussle one from her. I failed.

Pansy

"Do you have any plans tomorrow? You might want to cancel them because you won't be able to walk." This is what the instructor for the total body sculpt class told me half-way through. I had pretty much realized two minutes into the class that I didn't belong. As it was, I felt like Zed at the mercy of Marcellus Wallace. I think the instructor was enjoying watching me flail around like a fish while attempting to do crunches far too much. Everyone around me was excitedly jumping up and grabbing extra weights to hold as they bounced around the room. Damn them and their cut bodies!

It would have been nice if they had labeled this a non-pansy class. See I am all for labelling classes as being for pansies. I'll admit I am a horribly out of shape pansy. Some of us, pansies, would like to start slow with a Pansy Class and then maybe someday work up to Medieval Torture.

The good news is that I can walk today with a little the pain. The bad news is I think I might go back. At the end of the class he said "I'll see some of you tomorrow, I'll see some of you next week, and I might never see some of you again." Is that a challenge? I'll take it.

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All the Rage!

Realizations from today:

1. Some people will never change.
2. Whenever I picture Abraham Lincoln, I actually picture the guy who played him in Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure.

Four score and seven minutes ago... we, your forefathers, were brought forth upon a most excellent adventure concieved by our new friends, Bill... and Ted. These two great gentlemen are dedicated to proposition which was true in my time, just as it's true today. Be excellent to each other. And... PARTY ON, DUDES!

3. I'm way too addicted to snarky internet recaps of the Real World when I get angry that TVgasm hasn't put up their recap of last night's episode. How am I supposed to laugh at what happened when no one is telling me what to laugh at!
4. That I have perfect oral hygiene, or at least that's what the dentist says.
5. How much of a geek I am when I get really excited that the dentist tells me I have perfect oral hygiene.
6. That I am immature because I giggle a little each time I type "oral hygiene." Hee!

Best Thing I've Seen All Week

The pizza place has two delivery cars (count 'em two!) and each one has a handwritten sign that says "We delivery." We delivery? Handwritten people! Someone had to have noticed before they posted the signs. Come on! I'm not sure I believe that this was unintentional. I think it is all part of an ongoing conspiracy.

Burgers

Burgers, anyone? If you want some burgers I can make 'em. I've got a spatula. That's all you really need for burgers.

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Trailer Treats

It is a well known fact that my favorite part of going to the movies is watching the trailers before hand. I hate being late and missing the previews, it makes watching the film seem incomplete. That is why I was so excited that The Brattle had a show last night that was two hours of movie trailers. Awesome! You would think it would be boring, but the mix of trailers and the movies was enough to keep anyone entertained and highly amused. They also threw in a couple of Looney Tunes cartoons for good measure. My favorite trailers were for Trog (an aging Joan Crawford goes into a volcano and yells at a prehistoric man like he is five), Under the Cherry Moon (a movie in which Kristin Scott Thomas looks like Madonna circa 1984), Contempt, and The Green Slime.

Treat yourself by watching the trailer for Psycho. It is almost as much of a masterpiece as the film itself. Trust me.

Other notable things that happened last night:

1. Making Broccoli do my bidding. Mwha, mwha, mwhaaaa!!

2. Finding out my bidding really only consists of getting me food.

3. When Broccoli went up to get food some creepy guy with pig tails sat down next to me and TAPPED ME ON THE LEG! Seriously, how weird is that? Who taps someone on the leg. Needless to say I wasn't especially enthusiastic about talking to him. And did I mention the pig tails.

4. Finding out that you actually can get good BBQ in Boston. Thanks Red Bones.

5. The guy at the bus stop who was freaked out by the bag someone else had left on a bench. He kept trying to get into political discussions with me by saying "I was just asking myself yesterday how much we actually can trace back to Al Queda." I really tempted to respond "Just yesterday you were asking yourself this? Way to be behind on things bucko." Thanks go to Broccoli for saving me by asking me what time I had to go to work. Whew!

Only Joan Crawford can go into a volcano and tame the one they call Trog!

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A Day With The Girls and Their Significant Others

My sisters Stecky and Red can into town yesterday with their hubbys. I had fun herding them around the city taking them to such hot spots at H&M and the Post Office. We also walked the "Freedom Trail" and used our connections to climb to the top of the steeple at the Old South Meeting House.

Hot topics of conversation included: Which celebrities we resemble most; the best person to call if you are in a car accident or have any other type of car emergency (that would be the one sibling missing from the day, our brother); what the "Freedom Trail" is; pointing out anything thing that might be old timey (...And here we have America's oldest ball point pen...); reasons why our parents should get a dog; reasons why our parents shouldn't get a dog; and who will be the first to have kids (I'm putting all my money on Rusty).


Stecky doesn't really look like any celebrities. The only comparison she has ever gotten was Gwenyth Paltrow with the long brown hair from "Sliding Doors" and the "Band Camp Girl" from American Pie. I think she looks more like the former and not a bit like the latter.

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Red is a dead ringer for Molly Ringwald.

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Red's husband TQ most often gets compared to Charles Grodin of "The Charles Grodin Show" fame. You will often find TQ upset at something his St. Bernard named after an 19th Century composer has done.

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Mr. Collins, Stecky's old man used to have long hair in high school. We used to call him the long-haired-sensitive-man. He no longer has the long hair, but back in high school when everyone was trying to save "My So-Called Life" from cancellation, he was the Jordan Catalano to Stecky's Angela Chase, or something. It is rumored that his pick-up line was "You're so beautiful, it hurts to look at you."

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Someone Thinks I'm Cute! Hee!

Continuing my streak of never being in Boston (4 weekends out of the last 7), I went to New Hampshire this weekend. My sister and brother-in-law were in town so I headed up there them to see what else New England has to offer and to see the divine Miss C. After the soggy Friday night we had in the North End it was time to get out.

Saturday we went to Portsmouth, NH. It may be small, but it has the highest concentration of hipsters. Ever. We started out by eating lunch at the Friendly Toast, overflowing with kitchy appeal. Then I purchased some cute things at the Odd Showroom, where I also flirted with the cashier. He started it! The rest of the afternoon gets kind of fuzzy, basically it was spent walking from from bar to bar and getting drinks and food. Some of the places I remember going: The Red Door (where the DJ complimented my t-shirt and gave me a free CD) and The Coat of Arms (a.k.a. the Coat of Smoke).

Sunday it was time to be cultural. We stayed in Manchester and visited the Currier Museum of Art and the Zimmerman House (a Frank Lloyd Wright designed home). Then it was time to eat again and we did it at The Red Arrow.

After that I headed back to Boston and Stecky and her hubby headed to Maine. It's ok, they'll be back tomorrow, where they will be joined by my other sister Red and her hubby. I will be sure to tell you about all of our exploits.

Also, someone thinks I'm cute! Hee! Said person also thinks I look like Ashlee Simpson. Hmm...

Pieces of me also happen to be pieces of Ashlee Simpson.

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Terrorists I Shake My Fist At You!

Riding on the T this morning was even less fun than usually with the knowledge that bits and pieces of the London mass transit system are now in bits and pieces. It became even less fun when my fellow passenagers and I were forced off the train and onto shuttle buses due to an "accident" at the Arlington T stop. I'm sure I'll be thinking about how my minor inconvenience is nothing compared to what is going on in London on my walk home this evening.

As always, someone else said it better.

Celebrity Sighting of the Week July 3-8

I've had my most exciting celebrity sighting thus far: Martin Scorsese! Yes, I saw dear old Marty yesterday filming his new movie The Departed on the Common. How could I not be excited about seeing the man who has brought such films as Goodfellas and Casino? It was certainly the highlight of my week, if not month, if not year. Oh yeah, and Matt Damon was there too.

Marty shows us his comical side.

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Right now it is 61 and cloudy with a chance of Matt Damon.

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Return Of the Bearded One

This one goes in the I can't believe that I didn't mention this sooner category. I saw Beardy Beaderson again and once again my married friends tried to throw us together for their own selfish reasons.

Let me set it up for you. Date: June 24, 2005 Place: Agganis Arena Time: oh, about 7:30. I was supposed to meet my friends outside of the arena for the Wilco concert. I was running a little late due to well, me just plain running late. I finally saw my friends waiting patiently for me. With them was someone I didn't recognize. My first thought was, "How strange that K and S didn't tell me that they were bringing someone else." My second thought was, "Wait a minute..." Followed by my third thought, "Holy #@*&! Beardy Bearderson has shaved his beard!" I said hello to everyone, including Beardy Von Beardless, even though I still wasn't quite certain it was him.

Later that night K and S slipped away, I am presuming to give us some time alone. During said alone time, Beardy talked about his girlfriend. Apparently he still hasn't shaved everything off. The first thing K said to me when on the car ride home was, "So, Beardy shaved his beard." When I mentioned the girlfriend I was told "We think he's getting sick of her and besides we think he thinks you're cute." I'll keep you updated on this developing situation [this sentence originally read: I give you updates. Yes? You read and I give you updates.]

This weekend I ran into a girl that I knew from high school. Some important background info before I continue: 1) I used to be friends with this girl. We stopped being friends because we "drifted apart" (read: because I thought she was incredibly boring). No drama or anything we just hung out with other people. 2) Her family loved me. Seriously, I used to call her parents my second parents. 3) In the past couple of weeks my parents have run into her father a ridiculous amount of times and every time I talk to them on the phone they (my parents, not hers) tell me everything that is going on in Boring Girl's life.

And now back to the story. So I run into Boring Girl and as I generally do with people I run into from high school I am usually pretty enthusiastic because its fun to run into people and catch. up What was excitement for me, quickly turned into a blood curdling hatred. Our conversation went something like this:

Me: Hey! How are you doing? I hear my parents keep running into your dad.
BG (lathargically): Oh, I hadn't heard that.
Me: Oh, well its true! So I hear you are in boring Midwest town now and working for an anonymous food company?
BG (deadpan): Yeah.
Me: That's great! And you are in charge of sausage?
BG: Yep.
Me: That's so cool! That must be a lot of fun.
BG: Yeah, I guess.
Me: Uh, well, I guess I'll get going. Happy Fourth of July.
BG: Whatever.

Immediately after this exchange I went back to my table to talk all sorts of smack about Boring Girl. Flash forward to an hour later when my sister shows up. We go to get food which requires walking by Boring Girl. BG sees my sister and gets a huge smile on her face and says "Hey! How are you doing? I'm so excited to see you!" Hate. From the very bottom of my soul, hate. Stecky never even had to endure the many hours of boredom that I did. She could have at least pretended to be excited to see me. That is the last time Boring Girl will get any fake enthusiasm from me.

More Life Lessons Brought To You By Sunday Girl

On a whim I went home this weekend for the fourth. I'm back and with some nice new battle scars and more lessons to share with you. What would you do without me?

1. Don't ever tell someone you think someone else is more attractive than they are. Man, am I bitter about that or what?

2. Beer before liquor...

3. If you ever need to have your seat saved or your view of a fireworks display reserved, Scanner Dan totally has your back.

4. When wasted, it is best not to walk around in foreign kitchens that are filled with boxes without turning on any lights.

5. Fireworks are dangerous. Thanks goes to my Mom and Mike for reminding me of that one.

6. Don't ever fly Northwest.

7. If you happen to have a two-hour delay the best thing to do is sit in the airport bar and drink. Not that I did that, Mom. I just, you know, sat in the waiting area and read.

And the Award for No Social Skills Goes To...

David, for telling me that he thinks another woman is more attractive than I am.

Just for future reference, never, ever tell a girl you think someone else is prettier than she is ever. Alternatives: I find so-and-so rather attractive. Blank is a very beautiful woman. Jane Doe really fries my bacon, if you know what I mean.

Celebrity Sighting of the Week

Today I saw Jay Bush and Duke the dog of Bush's Baked Bean fame at Boston Harborfest. I could have gotten a free picture with the famed pair, but decided that I would like to keep just what little coolness I have. Still does not beat the time where I was on the same plane as Dave Pirner of Soul Asylum or when I saw Dan Marino at a celebrity golf tournament, but hell, I take my kicks where I can get them.

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