Sunday: jinxedkisses called me and asked if I wanted to go see Sledgehammer Party with her, since Kyle apparently wasn't up for extreme violence comedy (and was possibly still recovering from his own party). We went and enjoyed ourselves. At least, I enjoyed myself. Becki did too, but it was that odd combination of enjoyment and mortification that accompanies Broom Street shows. This marks the fourth time I've seen the show. I really do love it, but -- no offense, Rob -- I probably would not have seen it so many times if I hadn't been bringing somebody to each show. I feel the need to attone by, I don't know, adopting a whole bunch of puppies or something. After the show we went to Denny's for coffee where we had a good (and long) conversation and almost ran into Dave (those involved with Tiny Fools will know the Dave I'm talking about). As soon as the waitress was engaged in taking their order, we made a beeline for the cash register. And then the door. Oh, Becki, before I forget: I left that guy a voicemail.
Monday: I worked with my parents at their old house and practiced with offBeat, which reminds me -- offBeat sings at the Mill Street Inn & Pub in Cambridge on the 8th and 15th of September, also at Steep & Brew on State Street on the 20th.
Tuesday: Drove with the parents plus my sister and her boyfriend to La Crosse. We rode the ferry, had lunch, made fun of the poetry of Jimmy Stewart, and did a bunch of other stuff. It was a pretty nice way to spend the day, and afterward I went over to fuzzyinthehead and agaysexicon's place where we watched Love Actually. I gather that most of the rest of the world has already seen it, but I hadn't. What a great movie. Rather than give the usual long, rambling, Colin-just-likes-to-talk-but-never-actua
Wednesday: And now it's early on Wednesday morning. I'm going to bed.