Friday was hellish. Work was a bore, so I was looking for an excuse to leave early. Of course I found one. My brother went to Senior Prom with his girlfriend Meg. My brother is only a junior, but you know how that goes. So I decided that I needed to be around to take pictures of how handsome my baby brother is. He looked awesome in his black shirt, black shoes (what am I singing MLIW?) and pink vest and tie. We took the traditional prom pictures and then he got into his big white limo with 10 other girls (my brother and 10 girls, what luck!). After he left, I started thinking about my proms and how long its been since high school, it was a strange feeling. I feel like I’m getting so old. Then my mom and I decided to go out to dinner at Uncle Pete’s, a Cuban restaurant in Flemington and then to one of the coffee shops. When this story came up:
My mom was cleaning up my brother’s bathroom (after Chris was down) to do a load of towels and to get my brother’s overflowing trashcan. She then found an unused but open condom which was sort of not in the trashcan. And she didn’t really know what it was. (Meanwhile, she’s telling this story while drinking a beer and I’m laughing my ass off). She talks to my dad about what to do, and he was like, “How do you know it wasn’t Jen and Chris?” I have to speak up to her now, reinforcing the fact that that isn’t the main focus of my relationship. So of course she has to go talk to him about not having sex while everyone is home and that she doesn’t approve of that behavior in her household. So she tells him to go somewhere else like the movies, or in the car to engage in that behavior. Then she asks if I will talk to him about it because she’s “out of the know”. I felt like she was asking me because she knows that I did everything the wrong way in high school and that maybe he could learn from my mistakes and I hate being treated like that, like an example. So that put me in a relatively grumpy mood, so by the time we hit up the coffee shop, I was a bit pissed at my mom, but couldn’t really explain it to her.
Saturday…..
I got up early and exercised and took the dog out for a long walk. Then got ready to go to Jesso’s graduation party in Chalfont. My mom wore her new brown dress and I wore my silk FP dress. I had a good time talking with everyone and discussing my current idea of applying to vet school. We left around 5 to get home to ride. My horse was fabulous and very well behaved. My dad rented The Producers, which is such a great musical, although it’s still better live. I talked to Chris for a while and then went to bed, but didn’t sleep well.
Sunday…..
Got up later than I wanted to, but still was able to get a run and ride in before I had to leave for the illadelphia. Left for the show at quarter to 2, found some free parking and waited in line for the show. Sometimes I wish I looked my age just so I wouldn’t have 17 year olds talking to me about dumb shit that they think they know a lot about, but really have no idea. This kid tried talking to me, but I don’t like small talk. So I put on my annoyed front, which prevented anyone from coming to talk to me. I’d like to be able to talk to people at shows, but I always get the young guys coming up and trying to talk to me about what bands they like or “these shows get rough you might not want to stand in the front”. I love shows at the church, its probably my favorite venue, but my only complaint is that it has no A/C and is like 205 degrees. Outbreak was awesome as always, but didn’t play any covers. I really wanted to hear Bad Brains again. This is Hell was good, but I was distracted because this large kid was hovering near me, and I couldn’t get away. That was until CleanChris, Outbreak’s merch boy cutie, helped by somersaulting on him. MLIW played everything I would have wanted them to play including Clarity, Young Man on a Spree, John and Jimmy, DEADRAMONES and my most favorite of all: they covered Nervous Breakdown. I lost my shit. I wasn’t expecting it at all, and hardly anyone was signing, did they not know the song? The very nice fat chick in mesh shorts, Dale, and I sang the chorus into the mic each time. She had a great voice. I hope she’s in a band somewhere. I don’t even know what to say about Bane. They always kill me. I just love that band. They played 2 songs off of Holding This Moment, which no one (except the older kids in the crowd) knew the lyrics to. I thought I was great, I love it when bands play old stuff. I sang and danced to every song. My favorite moment was when they played “Fuck What You Heard” and Aaron gave the mic up for everyone to sing. When I first saw Bane the same thing happened – starting my adoration for the band. I had to buy a tshirt ( I was soaked through) so I bought a black and hot pink MLIW shirt because it was the smallest one any of the bands had.
It was such a nice night I decided to walk around Philly a bit and then called up Bryan Palmer to see if I could stop by and chat for a bit. He had just gotten back from dropping Anthony off at the airport. So I stopped by and we had a relaxing talk on the rooftop about everything and nothing and how we need to see more of eachother. And I plan on it. I like BP and I’m so glad Erik isn’t there any more. One less thing for me to worry about, then I left to drive home, stopped at Wawa, and talked to Chris for a long while. I miss him. I hate being so far away from my best friend.
So now its Monday and I haven’t done anything work related at work. What’s new? My head is killing me and my ears are still ringing (damn me for forgetting earplugs) and my shins and back are bruised. It was a good weekend and Chris comes on Thursday :)
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