My favorite form of punctuation is the ellipse. Because so...much can happen betwixt those three little dots...
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
SISTER'S WEEKEND 2007!
Friends, mammals, neighbors, I am leaving you for a time. There there. Hush hush, my bloglings. Shhh... You will be fine.
I'm getting out of town. I need to get out of town. Away. I just need to separate myself for a while.
I'm going to Tennessee for SISTER'S WEEKEND 2007! Yay. I love my sisters so much, more than I thought possible to love other humans. Sister humans.
We're going to a Thirsty Thursday Sounds game and canoeing on the mighty Duck on Friday and then Friday night my parents are coming to crash our party and then Saturday is Grandparent's day and we're fishing and picnicking by this lake in the middle of nowhere quiet hot Tennessee land and then Saturday night is Aunt B's fundraiser party at the lesbian oxygen bar in Nashville and I can't miss that because I'm starring in her play and it only makes sense that I would make an appearance, so I'm going to drag my family there. It is my goal to see my Dad sing karaoke at a lesbian bar before the night is through. Ha. I guess there will be about 500 Nashville bloggers there too. Hm. Oh well. None of them really read my bumbershoot, so... Maybe they won't know all the shit I've talked about my parents here and my Mom and Dad met Plimco before you guys did, so... It's ok if people call me that, I suppose. We'll all be drunk anyhow, so it won't even matter. Then Sunday I'll fly back and Monday I'll go to the cabana at the beach with Llama for lunch and then I have rehearsal that night and woosh.
Then I'll be back here.
So, it seems that the next week will still bring a butt load of doing a hell of a bunch of stuff, but it will be a different kind of doing a hell of a bunch of stuff and it will be in a different location and will involve large quantities of alcohol, so yes. I look forward to the new drunken busy in alternate locations.
I need to pack sun screen.
Toot toot.
Speak fondly of me while I'm gone. I'll be back before you can say "Shoo bee shoo bee doo"...
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Just so you know, I've said "Shoo bee shoo bee doo" several times and you're still not back.
You rocked that Cyndi Lauper, girlfriend. Nicely done!
I sang Cyndi Lauper? That whole evening is blurry. I remember someone calling me and my sisters the "Solid Gold Dancers" and I remember Aunt B showing me her boob freckle and eating chicken fingers and Dr. J squirting a lime all over this woman who then came on to her, but... Yeah. Did I meet you? Did we make out?