September 23, 2004
Garden State
I must get better about blogging. I've been getting too wrapped up in reading other people's blogs. So, here goes!
Two nights ago the baby woke up at 1:30, screaming bloody murder. I brought him back to bed with me and he was restless so at 2:30, I took him back to his room and plopped him back into his crib so he could cry it out and fall back to sleep. As I went back down the hallway to bed, the Pug started barking at something so I went to yell at her only to find her barking at the front door, which kinda freaked me out, and as I stepped closer to the door, I could see that it was wide open! That scared me a little but worried me more (since nothing seemed to be amiss) that animals may have escaped. Our cat, Bob, had indeed made a run for the great unknown, which is weird because he is afraid of everything and he's never been outside before. So I was up for another hour looking for his white butt. Finally he came barreling in the front door and peace was restored, until the moment my head hit the pillow and the baby started screaming again. I ended up watching Sesame Street with him until 4 in the morning when we both feel asleep on the couch for an hour or so before I had to get up for work. I went in the bedroom about 6 times during the whole ordeal to give my grumpy troll (husband) the play by play to which he grumbled and snorted. I don't understand how grumpy troll can sleep through everything. Thank God there wasn't anyone breaking into the place. I would've been screwed, and probably not in a good way. Anyway, I rented Garden State and I finally sat down to watch it last night and because of my ordeal from the night before, I fell asleep after a half hour. But before that I laughed uncontrollably at the party scene where Zach Braff does E and passes out. When he wakes up he is covered in graffiti and has the word BALLS written on his forehead. I almost peed because it reminded me of the time, oh so many years ago now (13 to be exact), that my friend M got royally fucked up on his birthday and passed out on the floor. So me, my best friend D, M's girlfriend H messed with him, because we were totally baked and it made us laugh our asses off. I think more people were involved but time has disintegrated a lot of the details.We shaved one side of his face off, yes I said it, only one side - eyebrow, goatee and sideburn; and then we replaced them with black magic marker. Then we proceeded to write all over him with dirty words and lovely drawings and all down his legs we wrote MY FEET STINK! (they really did). When he woke up the next day he was livid, and rightly so, but dear god did we laugh at him. I wish we had not been too baked to remember to take pictures for posterity! Sadly, I hear that now M is a drugged out mess (I hope it's not because we shaved off his eyebrow), which is weird because his brother ended up owning a pharmacy. Oh irony is a funny, funny thing. H is a radio dj in Detroit (and we hate her now - because she is a compulsive liar not because she's a dj) and D and I are still best friends even if she still lives in K-zoo and I live in Seattle.
Ahhh, good times.
Posted by meloknee at September 23, 2004 01:26 PM