Another (too short) weekend with Carley
Carley was home for the weekend again, partly because it was a long weekend, but also because it was her grandma's 80th birthday party on Sunday. Once again, the weekend went by far too quickly, but for the first time in more than a month, I had the weekend off, so I was basically able to spend every waking hour with her - save for showers, and the three episodes of Scrubs I watched on Saturday night and Sunday morning.
Sidetrack
On the subject of Scrubs, in a little over five days, I watched 24 episodes of what is perhaps the funniest show on television. I've only really started watching it this past season, on Carley's advice, and it is an absolute gem. It's just a shame no one cares about it, except every spring when every television critic does a story on the "Great Shows You Don't Give A Rat's Ass About". Hell, it's ranked like 15 spots higher than That 70s Show, but what do we see a story about every week? Topher Grace and Ashton Kutcher leaving the show because they've deluded themselves into thinking they have successful movie careers.
Sidetrack
But, back to Carley! Saturday was spent attempting to find a digital camera, to no avail. Futureshop had by far the best selection, but nothing was really leaping out at us, so she decided to wait until she's back in Ottawa.
On Sunday, we went to Barrie (gee, Barrie, I don't spend much time there) for Carley's grandma's birthday party. It was like any birthday party get together - all the family you don't see and don't keep up with trying awkwardly to catch up with you. So, Carley, Andrew, and I headed down to Bayfield St. for the Waterfront Festival. There really is nothing like a street festival on a nice warm day. The music was pretty good and the buskers weren't bad (we single-handedly started a crowd for one guy), but it's just kind of a unique experience - even if it was in Barrie, where the most common sale items involved NASCAR.
We got back to the party just in time for dinner which, while good, was far too much, even for the 30 or so people who were there. The 'do was catered, for reasons unknown to all of us, as they didn't exactly go to any extraordinary lengths. I mean, there were beans, carrots, mashed potatoes, and roast beef. That's a Sunday night meal at a lot of houses, and it sure as hell doesn't cost $15 a plate (we didn't have to pay, that's just what it worked out to be once all was said and done). It was nice, and I like Carley's family and all, but luckily we took two cars, so we were able to leave early to catch...
Star Wars!
I won't go into a lot of detail right here, as I imagine I will probably see it again, at which point I'll nitpick, but let's just say I liked it a lot, it tied things up nicely, but George, please....please....hire someone to write your dialogue. While many people think Padme's "Hold me like you did on Naboo" line is the worst in movie history, Vader's "NOOOOOOOOO!" at the end might as well have been performed by Charlton Heston. "You damn dirty Sith! Damn you all to hell!"
But that was pretty much our weekend. We got together for a couple of hours this morning before I had to go to work for the deadest shift ever, where we would have watched The Aviator had Andy not been a weenie and gave Mike his copy, so we watched the Cosby Show and then I made the annoyingly slow drive to work.
It was a very good weekend, and the last one Carley and I will spend together for a depressingly long and indeterminate time. Everything lined up perfectly - Carley, no more EB, long weekend, Star Wars. Is there a better equation?
Sidetrack
On the subject of Scrubs, in a little over five days, I watched 24 episodes of what is perhaps the funniest show on television. I've only really started watching it this past season, on Carley's advice, and it is an absolute gem. It's just a shame no one cares about it, except every spring when every television critic does a story on the "Great Shows You Don't Give A Rat's Ass About". Hell, it's ranked like 15 spots higher than That 70s Show, but what do we see a story about every week? Topher Grace and Ashton Kutcher leaving the show because they've deluded themselves into thinking they have successful movie careers.
Sidetrack
But, back to Carley! Saturday was spent attempting to find a digital camera, to no avail. Futureshop had by far the best selection, but nothing was really leaping out at us, so she decided to wait until she's back in Ottawa.
On Sunday, we went to Barrie (gee, Barrie, I don't spend much time there) for Carley's grandma's birthday party. It was like any birthday party get together - all the family you don't see and don't keep up with trying awkwardly to catch up with you. So, Carley, Andrew, and I headed down to Bayfield St. for the Waterfront Festival. There really is nothing like a street festival on a nice warm day. The music was pretty good and the buskers weren't bad (we single-handedly started a crowd for one guy), but it's just kind of a unique experience - even if it was in Barrie, where the most common sale items involved NASCAR.
We got back to the party just in time for dinner which, while good, was far too much, even for the 30 or so people who were there. The 'do was catered, for reasons unknown to all of us, as they didn't exactly go to any extraordinary lengths. I mean, there were beans, carrots, mashed potatoes, and roast beef. That's a Sunday night meal at a lot of houses, and it sure as hell doesn't cost $15 a plate (we didn't have to pay, that's just what it worked out to be once all was said and done). It was nice, and I like Carley's family and all, but luckily we took two cars, so we were able to leave early to catch...
Star Wars!
I won't go into a lot of detail right here, as I imagine I will probably see it again, at which point I'll nitpick, but let's just say I liked it a lot, it tied things up nicely, but George, please....please....hire someone to write your dialogue. While many people think Padme's "Hold me like you did on Naboo" line is the worst in movie history, Vader's "NOOOOOOOOO!" at the end might as well have been performed by Charlton Heston. "You damn dirty Sith! Damn you all to hell!"
But that was pretty much our weekend. We got together for a couple of hours this morning before I had to go to work for the deadest shift ever, where we would have watched The Aviator had Andy not been a weenie and gave Mike his copy, so we watched the Cosby Show and then I made the annoyingly slow drive to work.
It was a very good weekend, and the last one Carley and I will spend together for a depressingly long and indeterminate time. Everything lined up perfectly - Carley, no more EB, long weekend, Star Wars. Is there a better equation?
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