Ever get a word or phrase stuck in your head, and you can’t continue with normal conversation until you use said word? Today’s word is “Foshizzle.” Somebody explain to me how I can work that in to an inter-office memo.
This past weekend was the college reunion. I spent three days driving old women around in golf carts. Then I tried to drive my car and tried to put it in park by thumping the brake. Yikes…two days and I’ve forgotten how to drive a car. Look out. The benefit of driving the golf carts were plenty; first, it was fun; secondly, I got paid; third, I got free stuff; and fourthly, I get to take a five day weekend. So after I finish up work tomorrow, I’m blowing this popsicle stand and heading on the highway (provided I remember how to drive my car) to see Lacy. Thursday I’m going home, and then I’m going to see Spiderman 2….it’s taking a lot of willpower to keep me from seeing it tonight at the midnight premiere. I want to go…but no one wants to go with me and I don’t want to be alone in the theater…I don’t want to be “that guy.” Or girl, as the case may be.
My mom called at 7:45 this morning to ask me to go to a movie with her this weekend. She likes to catch me off guard.
I’m going to try to squeeze all of last summer into one weekend. It’s going to work. And it’s going to be fun, dammit, even though Lacy is working all weekend and Andy’s going to be in South Dakota (I told him to say hi to Jenna because probably he’ll run into her, or one of her relatives or friends, it is South Dakota after all) (Note to Jenna: that was not an insult to South Dakota, that was me saying you’re well-liked throughout the entire state. You’re my hero, baby). I’ll make it work. Foshizzle.