This weekend was …um….shall we say incredibly entertaining? The opening Friday night was lots o’ fun and not only did I get to see amazing art that I did NOT take pictures of, I managed to wear a green halter top that was the EXACT same shade of green as one of the pieces that Keen did. FABULOUS.
I also got to hang out with my wonderful friend Lori whom I haven’t seen for MONTHS because she had a crappy job and was chained to her desk, but she cut herself free so life is better now.
Saturday I spent a small portion of the morning with THE MOTHER for "Mother’s Day." No blood was shed and nobody went to jail. All in all, I would call that a success.
Saturday also brought on the frenzy of the "White Glove Spring Cleaning Fever." I cleaned quite a bit, but mostly rearranged furniture and unpacked 3 of the 4 boxes that were still sitting in the floor of my dining room. It’s starting to look like I actually live in my apartment. What a concept. However, the one thing that I set out to do on Saturday never happened: using the Hoover Floormate. Well, there is always this week or this weekend.
Anyway, Saturday night I decided it would be a good idea to get out of town so I called my friend Ginny and we headed to Camp Hill, Alabama to visit Keen. Much fun ensued. We got a little lost on our way there. There are 2 different Hwy 50s on the way to Camp Hill and we took the first one when it is in fact the second one we wanted. We did however, see some signage that, I believe, can only be found in Alabama. The name of one of the roads we passed was TRAILER PARK AVENUE. I am not making that up. How funny is that?
I got to meet a really cool chick named Kate who I kept calling Tammy. Sorry Kate! She is the one who first said "service the gnome" as in, "What do you need to go under the house for? To service the gnome?" (Kate said that to Keen) Much laughing and jokes about gnomes ensued. There were also text messages to Ginny’s boyfriend Jack about the gnome.
Text message conversation between Ginny and Jack:
- Grace is servicing the gnome.
- Who is the gnome? Anyone I know?
- Just your average garden variety.
Later in the night we also established, that no, they could not hear the voices in my head. Only I could. Funny, I thought everyone could hear the voices in my head. Oh well. Sucks for them. The voices in my head are pretty damn funny…..most of the time.
Sunday ended up being a day for recuperating because servicing a gnome sure can wear a girl out.
sometimes i worry about you.