Anyway, this has been a busy weekend. I'll try to be brief.
ribsinbacon, RJ and I picked up our keys to the new place on Friday night. We spoke with our new landlord and went out to dinner. I watched Ribs shop for cigars, and we called it a night early. I got home around 10:30 and found out that my current landlord wants the house clean for Tuesday because the realtor handling the sale of our house is showing it. I watched Evolution with Sean and xoshua. Somehow I didn't get to bed until 4:00 in the morning. I'm really not sure how that happened.
On Saturday I did some of the cleaning necessary for the showing, but I focussed entirely on my room. I decided to ruin my weekend by forcing myself to organize all my crap, so I packed up a lot of my stuff, drove a load of it to the new house and ran some other errands. Ellen and I got together in the evening and dined at Irish Waters. Afterward we went to Rocky Horror where a whole bunch of Milwaukee people had shown up to watch one of their cast members do a guest stint as Janet. The infamous Harpy was among them, but she didn't really trample anybody else's callbacks and her timing was okay (okayer than usual, anyway). I got home around, oh, let's call it 5:00 AM. The theme of this post, by the way, is sleep deprivation.
Tuesday is my mom's birthday, but Sunday was the best day for everybody to get together, so my sister and I carpooled to our parents' house. Our aunt Patricia and cousin Maggie were there, and since mom had decided that she'd rather have a corn dog than lobster thermidor aux crevettes with a mornay sauce garnished with truffle pâté, brandy and a fried egg on top and Spam, we went to the fair where we ate the way I always promise myself I won't. Everybody had a good time looking at the animals and making fun of the 4-H exhibits. We didn't go anywhere near the midway, but Maggie wanted to know what a tractor-pull was, so we watched the show in the grandstand for a few minutes. Emphasis on the word "few." There's only so much of that stuff a normal person can take.
When I came home, I discovered that my housemates had already taken care of all of the cleaning. Rock on. I went grocery shopping, hung out with evil_jim and renny1780, and watched H.G. Wells' The War of the Worlds which I had been anticipating. This is not the Tom Cruise film, but an independant British film that came out earlier this year. I will probably rant about it sooner or later, but the short review is this: This is the easily most faithful book-to-screen adaptation I have ever seen. Unfortunately, it clocks in at three hours and feels excrutiatingly long. You could probably strategically cut an hour of footage and make a very tight, exciting film that would meet the expectations of the most anal-retentive H.G. Wells fans. After the movie we watched a little Neurotically Yours. I went to bed around 5.
Today I worked on my room all day (it's presentable and (substantially) packed!), and practiced with OffBeat. We're singing on State Street this Friday night, incidentally. We're meeting at 6:30 and probably singing for an hour or two. We'll be moving around so I can't really say where we'd be.