Well the weekend was pretty interesting, overall.

Friday night Cheaper by the Dozen opened, (and all of you that can should come see it) and as is to be expected there was a huge opening night gala after the show sponsored by Tony Roma’s (a Place for Ribs) which was pretty boring until about 1 A.M. when most of the boring people left and the rest of us started playing the soundtrack from Chicago and reenacting the matching scenes.

Saturday after the show we had planned to go to Bennigan’s for a while but my father changed his mind because he was tired. I asked around and managed to convince Liz and John to go and Kelsey wanted to go but her mom didn’t want her to go out two nights in a row. I pleaded with her mom to let her go and se finally agreed, but under the condition that she would be home by midnight. Well after dropping my father off at home it was eleven before we got to Bennigan’s and Liz and John were already there, but it was still five minutes before our waitress ambled over to take our drink orders. She was fairly prompt with my Dr Pepper but she didn’t ask if we knew what we wanted t order, like most competent food service providers. About ten minutes after we got our drinks she comes back and I ordered the turkey o’toole Kelsey and Liz split the sampler, and John got a buffalo chicken sandwich. I say he got one, but it was actually over half an hour before our food showed up. If you’ve been doing the math in your head, (I know I have) then you know that the time is about eleven forty five, when our food finally shows up, leaving about seven minutes for Kelsey and I to scarf down our respective food products and hightail it back to her house. I managed to get her home by 12:02 and asked her to apologize profusely to her mom and particularly Bob, her stepfather, about the two-minute discrepancy.

Today in Sunday school I learned that a good friend of mine was having a harder time with his recent breakup, than I had previously thought, and that he had had trouble sleeping because of dwelling on it. Which was kind of ironic when the bible study turned out to be over Philippians 4:4-8 (look it up). After church my mom and I went to Sam’s to purchase some foodicles, and most of the trip was spent discussing the presentation being held by the Colorado School of Mines later that afternoon. I didn’t want to go based on the fact that I had not only been to the college this summer, but that all colleges say the same thing. She said that because she had already R.S.V.P.’d (even though I didn’t want to go in the first place) that we had to go. The discussion came to a conclusion when she bought me pizza and a Dr Pepper to settle it.

At the seminar, they said the same thing that all colleges say, but there was free cheesecake, which helped sweeten the deal (rim shot). My dad and I passed the time by taking apart the pen’s they gave us, and my father fashioned is into a makeshift blowgun. The seminar was boring and most of the parents there were apparently clueless (or at least the ones asking questions were), and it lasted three and a half hours, but afterward my dad and I watched Freddy vs. Jason which was as funny as I expected it to be. Including the television station KRGR.

And I've contrived some sort of a plan to help my fellow man
Let's get emotional girls to all wear mood rings
So we'll be tipped off to when they're ticked off
Cause we'll know just what they're thinking
Just what they're thinking...

She's so pretty but she but doesn't always act that way
Her mood's out swinging on the swing set almost every day
She said to me that she's so happy it's depressing
And all I said was "someone get that girl a mood ring”
  ¶ 3/21/2004 10:24:00 PM