Argh. I need to make some fundraising calls this morning and my throat is GONE. I’m not sure what’s going on – might be allergies – but again I was up half the night hacking and coughing. This is going to be hella fun. Maybe they’ll give me money out of pity.
Anyway, weekend update time!
Friday I agreed to go with my sisters and Sam’s friend DNA to see From Justin to Kelly. Now, I am definitely an American Idol fan, and I have a massive girlcrush on Kelly, but still – that was the worst movie I’ve ever seen. I knew it was going to be bad, but I didn’t realize the full extent of colossal suck that we would be treated to. Also, it was opening night, and there were about 20 people in the theater, including the 4 of us. Luckily the movie was sucky in a way that you can laugh and make fun of, instead of sucky in a way that makes you want to die, and we all sat in there and talked and laughed and made fun of the various incoherent moments and how the lyrics to the songs have nothing – NOTHING – to do with what’s going on in the plot. I imagine it would be great fun to see while drunk.
We were joking around about how we’d rent it when it came out on video this Tuesday. Turns out that we weren’t too far off the mark, in a way. I read here that it was originally supposed to be released on video/DVD only three weeks after its theatrical premiere, but they changed it to September instead. Wow.
Saturday was the greatest fun, though. In the afternoon we were supposed to have a picnic for my parents’ birthdays, at the same park where we’d held it last summer. I had an errand to run in town so I decided to meet them there, but then, in typical Lorie fashion, I got completely lost and drove around aimlessly in the ghetto for about 45 minutes. Three other members of my family had cell phones, and all three had either left them at home or turned them off, so I called each of them about fifty times and left a few angry messages.
Finally I decided “fuck it,” and drove to the parking lot of the DAV thrift store, and I decided to sit there and pout until someone wised up to the fact I wasn’t there and called me. Which finally happened. Someone had reserved that picnic shell so they were looking for a new place, and while I waited I sat in the car and listened to this radio station.
They had a contest, and while I was sitting there I decided, on a whim, to call in for it. So I called one time, it rang through, and I won. I sounded like a total asshole on the radio, though, so if you heard a total asshole named Lorie winning a prize on Saturday afternoon, it would be me.
What did I win, you might ask?
Only the coolest prize EVER.
It kicked seventeen kinds of ass, kids. I fucking love that movie.
Oh, and while I was getting ready to go, I had a minor dilemma because I couldn’t decide if I should go “preppy” or if I should go “thrift-store.” Sam and I decided that “thrift-store” was the way to go, and it was completely the right decision, as the place was chock-full of emo kids.
That’s right. See that up there? I just told all of you that I’m a fucking poser.
But yeah, it was a rockin’ good time.
By the way? These stamps are really fuckin’ cool. I got a letter with the E.T. stamp on it today.