weekend nutshell
friday night i found embarrassing pictures of my parents in the 70s. glee.
saturday i went shopping at old navy (nothing) and target (picture frames). then i went to my reunion with suu and <"lj user="evilross">. first we couldn't find the place and got lost in its corporate park. (why would you have a restaurant in a corporate park anyway?) basically the whole night was spent drinking and staring at people while saying one of two things: "oh, i hated her/him" or "who the fuck is that?" not that anyone looked that different (except our class president who lost about 150 pounds), but that we graduated with 400 people and didn't know half of them then. we found spat, who just got back from being in thailand for a year, and watched our valedictorian, who makes ions now, get hit on. a lot.
"...wasn't [extremely trashed girl who was hitting on him for over twenty minutes] popular?"
"i thought she was just a slut who knew everyone."
"...wasn't that how it worked?"
"oh yeah..."
none of the theater folk showed up (except us, but we were stage crew.) everyone stayed in the same cliques they were in five years ago. i'm glad i went because it's not like i had anything better to do, but i hope the people i want to see actually show up to the next one, bastards.
afterwards we went to denny's and met b's boyfriend. the next morning i woke up to tolorei poking me in the leg. then there was more denny's. also i met suu's niece, who's almost a year old. she was afraid of me. i don't eat babies though.
i stopped by ikea on the way home to indulge my unholy love for the swedish furniture. it just moved to a new building, and it's HUGE. the east bay ikea is about the size of oneonta, so this one was slightly smaller, about the size of cooperstown. there's parking underneath the building; having an ikea on stilts worries me, but i parked underneath anyway. i walked out with a folding chair, recycling bins, a poster of san francisco in the 50s (california street, i think?), a blue poster frame, a cord management thingy, a bathroom rug, and, joy of joys, the blue HATTEN table i have coveted since i was a small melley, because it was 50% off. i embrace my dorkiness. and i have to get up for work in six hours and here i am wide awake.
i listened to Fiddler on the Roof on the way home. it brought back more memories than the reunion did. just the opening melody puts me backstage, watching ross hold the fiddler's ladder and try to talk her into playing the imperial death march again.
saturday i went shopping at old navy (nothing) and target (picture frames). then i went to my reunion with suu and <"lj user="evilross">. first we couldn't find the place and got lost in its corporate park. (why would you have a restaurant in a corporate park anyway?) basically the whole night was spent drinking and staring at people while saying one of two things: "oh, i hated her/him" or "who the fuck is that?" not that anyone looked that different (except our class president who lost about 150 pounds), but that we graduated with 400 people and didn't know half of them then. we found spat, who just got back from being in thailand for a year, and watched our valedictorian, who makes ions now, get hit on. a lot.
"...wasn't [extremely trashed girl who was hitting on him for over twenty minutes] popular?"
"i thought she was just a slut who knew everyone."
"...wasn't that how it worked?"
"oh yeah..."
none of the theater folk showed up (except us, but we were stage crew.) everyone stayed in the same cliques they were in five years ago. i'm glad i went because it's not like i had anything better to do, but i hope the people i want to see actually show up to the next one, bastards.
afterwards we went to denny's and met b's boyfriend. the next morning i woke up to tolorei poking me in the leg. then there was more denny's. also i met suu's niece, who's almost a year old. she was afraid of me. i don't eat babies though.
i stopped by ikea on the way home to indulge my unholy love for the swedish furniture. it just moved to a new building, and it's HUGE. the east bay ikea is about the size of oneonta, so this one was slightly smaller, about the size of cooperstown. there's parking underneath the building; having an ikea on stilts worries me, but i parked underneath anyway. i walked out with a folding chair, recycling bins, a poster of san francisco in the 50s (california street, i think?), a blue poster frame, a cord management thingy, a bathroom rug, and, joy of joys, the blue HATTEN table i have coveted since i was a small melley, because it was 50% off. i embrace my dorkiness. and i have to get up for work in six hours and here i am wide awake.
i listened to Fiddler on the Roof on the way home. it brought back more memories than the reunion did. just the opening melody puts me backstage, watching ross hold the fiddler's ladder and try to talk her into playing the imperial death march again.