Adam and I spent Friday night doing something that I can't even remember now. It has disappeared into the midst of the rest of the craziness. We probably went out to dinner...oh, yeah! We went to have dinner at Brit's...no, wait. That was Saturday. I know! We went to dinner over by the Mall of Insanity, and then we went to REI and I bought a fabulous new backpack. This is my fabulous new handbag:
This is my fabulous new backpack (except the black parts are light blue and the dark blue parts are light blue with Hawaiian flowers outlined in dark blue and white):
On Saturday, I got up and went to work at the bookstore at 7:30. I was supposed to start at 8am, but I wanted to get done early. For those of you who have been living under a rock for the past week, the last Harry Potter book came out on Saturday. I knew that being at the bookstore all day was not going to be pretty. I know what the Harry Potter fanbase is like. But even I underestimated exactly how much I would want to beat those fans with the very book that they were buying.
Favorite example of "You need therapy!" fandom: The girl who came up to the register, book in hand, with tears streaming down her face. She told me all about how the first book came out when she was 11, and she's grown up with Harry Potter, and what was she going to do now that the last book is out? What was she going to do?! *sniff sniff sob*
Favorite example of "I love to hate you" fandom: The woman who read the last page while I was counting out her change, and then told me the ending of the book. I am so not kidding. I am so over stupid Harry Potter.
That evening, Adam and I want to eat dinner at Brit's, which was tasty as usual. Then we headed to Patrick's Cabaret to watch our friend Xavier at Queer Boys' Night. Xavier did a beautiful rendition of Love For Sale and a hilarious piece with Mo Perry playing the part of his penis. We also got to watch a guy do a really funny piece as a Southern belle while completely naked (which, I pointed out to Adam was the only other naked man I've seen since we started dating), and we heard a poet reading several poems out of his latest book, and I really thought he was marvelous. It was a fun time, with a bit more nakedness than I was expecting, and I was glad that we were able to go.
Sunday morning we got in the car to go to breakfast, and Becky called. She and Marc were at a wedding with the rest of the Bismark kids, and she was calling to see if they could sleep in our guest room that evening. Yay, guests! After breakfast we hit Home Depot for the makings of a rip fence for the circular saw. We also tried to get decorative vent covers for the dining and living rooms, but we got the wrong size, so no dice there. I spent the afternoon doing laundry while Adam put the rip fence together and napped on the couch. After dinner, I went to a rehearsal for a friend's project and Adam did the grocery shopping and put clean sheets on the beds. Marc and Becky knocked on the door at about 10:30, and we all sat on the porch and had a beer. It was a lovely way to end a weekend that felt like it would never relax.
3 comments:
That handbag really is fabulous, and very you. I can't wait to see it in person!
The backpack looks like a backpack to me. I don't know anything about backpacks. Unless it can talk or has like, locomotion, I'm probably not going to notice the difference. The blue is nice. Good work.
"Hey, Xavier and Mo are doing this cabaret thing tonight. Do you wanna go?"
"Uh, sure. Xavier and Mo are both cool. What is it?"
"Um I think it's this spoken word thing. I'm not sure."
Now I'm fairly open minded and easy going. I'm quite sure I would have been just as willing to go, and also would have been more prepared for what I was about to see if I had known we were going to "Queer Boys' Night".
I suppose it wouldn't have helped much regarding the naked gentleman. I wasn't particularly afraid of his penis. The big knife, on the other hand was quite fearsome. The almost entirely hairless naked man sang in falsetto emulating his mother singing to him about how he (the southern belle daughter) would eventually die, whilst gesticulating with a large kitchen knife. I found myself wondering if he was going to flip out and fling the knife into the audience. Really, that's what I was thinking at one point as he sang. If this individual is not actually crazy, I'd like to say he's an excellent actor.
Would knowing that I was at "Queer Boys' Night" have made this any less troubling? Maybe not, but I suppose every little bit helps.
The crowd was also somewhat amusing to watch. While there, I encountered the climbing partner (gay man) of my good (straight man) friend Chris. I wonder if he took me to be of his own persuasion (not a bad assumption at 'Queer Boys' Night'), until I introduced my wife. Heh.
Yeah, I really needed to read the email about Xavier's deal a lot more closely! :)
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