Lovely Days, A Drunken Night.

Broken thoughts, run on sentences.  Where would I be without my diary?

Friday Brian and I went out to breakfast and he pretty much had to leave for work after that.  I spent the remainder of the morning scrubbing pigeon poop off of porches and cleaning out their feathers and more poop from underneath porches.  Scrubbing lawn furniture and bemoaning the fact I didn’t get new lawn furniture like I wanted as I did my laundry.  The rest of the day was spent puttering around the yard and house.  Picking up here and there.  Reading trashy entertainment magazines and watching television.

Saturday I was up by 7:00 a.m. and wide awake.  I took the dogs out, fed them, puttered around the house while I waited for Brian to wake up.  He got up and we pretty much left to go shopping for the cookout.  I also wanted to get him some new t-shirts and shorts for the summer.  So we headed to New Hampshire to get cigarettes and then we went to BJ’s and spent WAY too much money, then onto Wal*Mart where we spent way too much money again and finally to the grocery store.  Then home where I finished cleaning up the yard.  I put together the sun shade thingie.  I bought a new rake and a hose.  Then I went upstairs, took a shower and made macaroni salad and cole slaw.

Don’t be jellis of my glamorous vacation time yo.

Uhm…oh we rented movies and watched a movie Saturday night.  We rented Hitch, Supersize Me, Diary of a Mad Black Woman and that other movie with Micheal Keaton involving dead people talking over tv’s and radios and shit…Static?  Saturday we watched Hitch.  I liked it.  But I like Will Smith so…don’t use me as a judge.

Sunday I had to go get Brian’s birthday cake (Uhm, which he promptly put in the bedroom when we got home — uhm, yeah.  I’ll explain later.)  And get some ice.  Then we came home and I again puttered around the house picking up here and there.  Read some more magazines, took a nap.  Went outside to start prepping for the cookout to find Scott & Erica had invited 8 people to the cookout and have completely taken over my garden pavilion.  The same one I worked 2 days cleaning up.  Got really MAD and went upstairs.  Pulled hissy fit, declared was not now going to attend cookout while ever calm and cool Brian tried to calm me down, and then Ted who was "madder than a harelip trying to order worcestershire sauces" … reminded once again how nice my husband is and how icky I can be sometimes.  Felt appropriate amount of guilt and decided mutually with Ted not to let this get to us and went outside to have a LOVELY time.  Lovely time involved good food (too much food — chinese sausage, teriyaki london broil, hamburgers, uhm, *thinking*, hot dogs, corn on the cob, macaroni &* potato salad, cole slaw, tossed salad w/ feta) and good liquor.  HA!  I was drinking a concoction I thought of — lemonade, raspberry stoli, lime seltzer and frozen whole raspberries — YUMMY.  Everyone else was drinking beer.  After pigging out we hurridly brought all mayonaise based products into the house, grabbed our concealed alcoholic beverage of choice and walked down the street to set up blankets for the fireworks display.  Watched those and commented loudly on weird shemale-goth-hobbit-looking person carrying a purse that appeared to be a small, hairy black animal on first inspection, but later turned out to be just a purse.  Tibor wanted to attack the purse at various times throughout the festivities.  Invited lovely older German lady to sit with us on our blanket.  Made appropriate OOOOOhhhhhh AAAAAAhhhhhh noises during firework display.  Came back to house and sat on stoop with Erica and her friend Meghan and Brian.  Guys went back inside (again) to play Play Station – deduct major geekage points please.  Was sufficiently drunk by then and still drinking.  Began singing patriotic/americana songs really loudly to all passer-bys…and there were a lot of passer-bys.  SO MANY people come down our street for the fireworks on the beach.  Eventually Carol came home and joined us on the stoop and laughed her ass off at me and Erica.  We had run out of patriotic songs by the time Carol came home, so I made up a new song … "Thank you for coming down our street, thank you for coming down our street.  We really really thank you.  We thank you for coming down our streets."  This while doing a sort of march and wave. 

*shakes head*

Yes.

Really.

Any poor unfortunate soul who was to walk by or drive by last night was subjected to such shenanigans.  It was a HOOT!!  Eventually some of the people from the party next door meandered over and joined in our festivities and contributed further by setting off more fireworks.  A sole straggler walked by and I hollered out "Thanks for coming down our street."  The man stopped, laughed and walked towards us to tell us he used to live in the house next door and bought a lot of antiques from our home when the original owner sold it.  I then blurted out, "Hey!  You’re Mr. DeFillipo aren’t you?"  He said he was and I told him he was my junior high art teacher.  HA!  Funny.  carol said it was funny how when I told him he was my teacher he said, "Yes" like it was a given and he was everyone’s teacher.  LOL  Had hoped to come upstairs and have hot, drunken sex…but no.  That was not to be.  Brian’s head was "pounding" and he drank too much and passed out.  BASTARD.

Today I’ve been nursing a mild hangover.  I did some more housework, puttered around the house reading and watching more tv.  I watched Diary of a Mad Black Woman today and it was AWESOME!!!  I cried a couple times.  Really…rent it.  You’ll love it.  I watched Tyler Perry on Oprah and he’s quite a success story.  He was completely homeless only 7-years ago and today he is a millionaire.  The mansion in the movie is his home.  Niiiice. Rent the movie.

Tomorrow I am off again as is Brian.  We talked of going to see War of the Worlds.  To be honest, I’d rather just have sex.

Happy independence Day!
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