My humble weekend

I'm not going to lose my chick card if I don't watch that Halle Berry movie tonight, am I? Because I'd rather read TWoP and add to my blog and IM with my buds. I've never really been into chick flicks anyway. I mean, there are the standards like Steel Magnolias and the occasional musical that I love and don't really expect men to enjoy. I'm sure this Oprah presentation is a lovely movie... I'm just not interested. Meh.

My weekend wrap up:

Friday night, we did the usual. Bar. Trivia. Fun. Jessica couldn't make it because she had a friend in town and had to visit. I missed her. I had no one to be catty with. Especially since Emily moved to New Hampshire (sad face), the snarky comments have been on the decline. There was this hideous pink beret that I had to make fun of all by myself. It's just not as much fun getting catty with Brad, you know?

Anyway, last night I went to a "party." I use that term loosely. I mean, there was a keg and a pool table and darts. I was the only girl. That was strangely cool. So this guy whose house we were at had converted most of his garage into a pool room where he had a refrigerator-type appliance for his keg and a dart board and a couch. You know, just a regular old bachelor-type game room. Well, the last third of the garage was still pretty much the garage. Now this guy who owned the house is a pretty big techno-geek, which is totally fine with me (I like smart men... usually), but he will freakin talk your ear off about hexadecimal thingamajigs, html/java script and a bunch of other stuff that flies directly over my head (and a little to the left). So after walking in and out of the rooms just to watch the lights come on automatically and checking out the 8 foot projection TV, we go out to the garage and discover he has a little Roomba-type device for cutting his lawn. It was a lawn robot! So he gives a way too detailed breakdown about how the thing works, we kick it a few times to listen to it beep at us and we go back inside to shoot some pool and hang out in the kitchen and eat some hot wings and walk in and out of the kitchen some more (easily amused much?). I go back out to the pool room and I see Brad motioning for me to come outside to the garage. I follow him out to the back yard with my beer and like, everyone is out there and I come through the gate and say, "Hey, what are you guys doin?" In unison with large grins... "Mowin' the lawn." Nerds.

Man, Halle Berry is literally swinging from a chandelier.

Let's see... what else? Oh, my sink has been stopped up since like Thursday night. My kitchen sink. And it is filled with chopped up chicken and spaghetti sauce that I was trying to put down the disposal when it started backing up. I know what you're thinking: I bet that smells disgusting. And you would be correct! Luckily, it seems to be confined to the kitchen and candles and some air freshener seem to be keeping it away from the general living area. The other problem, though is that I haven't been able to wash any dishes. I have no bowls, no spoons, no forks. I called the apartment office to ask them to come out and fix it, but by the time I called, the maintenance guys had gone home for the day and would not be back until Monday. I was like, fine, just put in a request for me and ask them to fix my porch light when they come out (because I am in the far reaches of the complex... as far from the office as possible and still be on property). They said OK and if they had to come out for an emergency, she'd ask them to stop by. Well, that sounds like a good plan. So this afternoon, it became clear that they were not coming until tomorrow. I call the co-parent like, 4 times (beginning at about 1:00pm) to ask if he can watch the critter tonight. No answer. I leave messages two times because seriously, he does enjoy ignoring the hell out of me. So he FINALLY calls me back at 5:30. I'm all, "Hey, I've been trying to get ahold of you all day. Where have you been?" He says, "Playing golf and taking a nap." Now, there was a period of time between the golf and the nap that he could've called me back, but I digress. So I ask, oh so sweetly, "Hey, I'm still having that kitchen sink issue, do you think you could watch Gabs?" And he comes back, not so sweetly, "I can't. I have a lot to do tonight." My perplexed look obviously coming through the phone line. "I also have to be at work early tomorrow." And to me? Sorry, not really an excuse when the day care is literally on the way. I say, "Oh kaaaay. What do you have to do tonight?" He's all, "I have to go to the mall, I have to go to the dry cleaners...." and just goes on and on and on. So I say, "The mall? It closes in 30 minutes. And if you had so much to do, why were you taking a nap?" Yeah, he didn't like those questions. So he yelled at me and hung up on me. Real mature, eh? I mean, I would've traded days with him. It's not like I'm asking him to take on more than he already does. And also? He's like... 32 years old. Can we please stop hanging up on people like it's the frickin seventh grade? Seriously.

Glad I got that out. I strangely feel much better now.

That's my not-so-exciting weekend recap. I'd also like to say hello to our three new readers, Ryan, Thomas, and Stephen. They are friends from TSG that I have sucked into my universe. Hello darlings! Also? Happy Birthday, Thomas! You always light up my day and I hope your birthday was awesome and may the coming year be amazing for you. Love!