With all these freaks and musicians

What a fantastic weekend. I had so much fun I'm fairly sure some of it was illegal.

Friday, I took off for Chattanooga to visit my friends from Grad school (well, originally they're from Jersey, but, yeah...). They got married last fall and bought a house in Chattanooga last spring. I hadn't seen them in over a year. I probably wouldn't have gotten back in touch with them if Butch hadn't called me out of the blue last March.
I'm bad that way. And did't want them to have to try to hide their pity about how much my life sucked and the way I wasn't going anywhere or doing anything. But, they're not like that. And, luckily, I found that out.

The first night I was there, me and B. went to see Todd Snider and stayed out until way fuckin' late drinking huge quantities of beer and eating three times the RDA of friend pickles. Then we walked the mile home through this semi-creepy part of town that borders the city and their neighborhood. Christie and their friend took care of Coupland for the evening, went for ice cream and didn't drink a gallon of beer over the course of an evening.
My mum thinks it's a little odd I went out with my friend's husband on what sounds an awful lot to her ears like a date. I pointed out to her that I don't date anyone that is unattached, I'm not about to date someone that's married. Contrary to what we all learned from When Harry Met Sally...men and women can be friends. Mum really wants me to meet a nice anybody. As we shall see.
So...I managed to avoid a hangover. How, I have no idea.

Saturday, C took me on a tour of the city. First, we ran into her friend who had just finished up busking. He's a good guy. I'd eaten dinner at his house once. C decided that, even tho it was 100 degrees out, we shoud cross the bridge and see that. We were walking down a path when she looks up and spots this guy, who turns out to be the friend who was coming into town for the night. Which was weird, as we were nowhere near their place. SO-we called up the guy who had just finished playing and the 4 of us went for a pint. After that- We walked across the bridge, got sorbet (no ice cream for me) and cooled down in one of the several dozen water features near around the city.

That night, the Prodigals (Irish rock band-just my speed) were playing a free show downtown so we whipped up some mojitos and cruised down (Coupland in tow) to the concert. Our group of 4 grew to a group of 6, then 10, then, I have no idea. A lot. The show ended, we were out of mojitos. Some guy turned up with a bottle of gin. Soon that was gone, as was everyone else from the park. A couple of guys gathered a ten and a fiver and went on a BEERRUN. They came back with PBR and High Life. We watched a drunk woman fall off of a boat and into the river. A couple of women crashed a radio station party on a boat. We sang 80s pop songs, played Duck-Duck-Goose and ran Coupland up and down the hill. He loved the attention, that dog was belle of the ball. Later, I walked out onto the bow of a docked tour boat and claimed it in the name of those crazy people that dared me to walk out onto the boat. Good friends-tryin' to get me arrested. Like open container and public intoxication in a public park wasn't bad enough. Someone sang: I'm sailing away! as I bowed and curtsied to the appreciative crowd back on shore.

How we got home is a mystery. I think C was fairly sober. I had skipped the gin, but I was exhausted after so little sleep the night before. When I got back to the house, I was asleep in ten minutes and last up this morning.

Got home today right before the rain started. When I talked to Mum and told her all about this she asked me everytime I mentioned a new name "So, any sparks there?" or "Did you kindle a romance?" and like I said, intimated that it's somewhat inappropriate that I have a male friend and that his wife is okay with us hanging out. I told her that it's comments like that that usually keep me from telling her when I meet a nice person. Isn't it enough that I met some cool people? Do I have to want to shag one to make it really worthwhile? I don't get it.

Then again, I might've totally blown those comments ot of proportion because I thought she was focusing on the wrong parts of my humorous tales.

In other news, my landlady is insane and should be sent to the crazy old ladies home. Just hearing her voice on my voicemail makes my blood boil. G-d, I really, really don't like her. I think she's within a year of being a danger to herself. I've seen dementia set in. When it was my Grandma, it made me sad. When it's my landlady and she's instituting weird rules that remind me of this episode of Red Dwarf



Sad isn't the word that comes to mind.

I also have opinions on Doctor Who-Sound of Drums, but mostly they can be condensed down to:
"Are you asking me out on a date?"
"Television in their stomachs, now that's progress."
"You too, huh?"
Must get this episode some other way than OodTube. I need to watch it again.