12.18.2005

In Need of Bing

I suppose I could have done something remotely exciting this weekend worth blogging about…however…I didn’t.

Friday night, in attempts to sleep through the obligation free evening, I overdosed on NyQuil and slept until ten on Saturday.

It was rainy and cold when I woke up. I really did think about doing constructive things. Really. I did. But then I thought, “Well damn, shopping with mom doesn’t sound like fun. Come to think of it, neither does showering or even getting out of bed.” So I didn’t. Well, not until about two. I broke out my good old VCR and the complete series of “My So-Called Life” and drooled over Jordan Catalano. It was a great rainy day, if you ask me. Good coffee + Jared Leto + Rainy Day = Bliss.

I finally did call L back though and accepted her invitation to come for dinner (and lots of wine). It started with just L, K, Markie, and me but ended with an older couple that K works with, L’s brother and a whole lot more pot than I have seen since I was in high school. Since I stopped smoking, I am always affected in one of two ways by being with a bunch of people who are smoking. I am either irritated or amused. I expected that I would be irritated, but given the mix of my company, the night was hilarious.

I am not used to being the only sober person at a party, but let me tell you, it isn’t near as boring as I thought it was. We played Scene It…and since I was the only one who could comprehend the questions, I won. (I never win anything.) Even though Markie kept trying to move my game piece back several spaces, I still managed to kick ass.

The rest of the weekend was spent listening to the rain and watching some of my favorite chick movies.

Movies I watched this weekend:

How to Make an American Quilt
When Harry Met Sally
Say Anything
St. Elmo’s Fire

I realized though, I haven’t heard ONE Bing Crosby Christmas song this year. And that is sheer crap. Bing Crosby = Christmas. And that might explain my inability to get into the spirit this year. Get this Criz some Bing, stat! Or some Harry Connick Jr. cause, that man makes me melty…

2 comments:

themachineghost said...

First of all, Jordan Catalano is fictional jailbait.

And second: You watch the same movies over and over, like my four year old sister. It's very cute.

I hope you hear some Bing, if thats what you're into. I hate Christmas music. Bah humbug, and all that.

spaceface said...

He may well be fictional jailbait, but he is HOT fictional jailbait...

I can't help it...when I like something, I don't fuck around...
(I might as well be a four year old anyway...besides that, I have no money to buy new movies at this point, because this Christmas BS is sucking me dry...)

Still no Bing. Its tragic really.