smart-sane's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- EveryDay Is The Fourteenth Watching: Alias Season 3 Vol 2; Hey I hear the Grammys were actually good? Hello to all. Because I apparently work in the seventh grade, complete with decorations and candies galore - Happy Valentimes Day; no I didn't misspell. I had fun this weekend, but I don't really want to tell you about it til I have proof with pictures. Except I'm at work with no USB connection for my camera, and I really want to take a picture of my cute feet in my new snakeskin heels that make me as tall as Amazon but who cares because they are awesome, they were $15 and well, what's wrong with the amazon ladies? I hear they were gorgeous. Nevertheless after working on Friday, running to a Lifetime training class (class 2 of 10 complete yay!) trying to find something cheap to wear and failing miserably, I fell back on an old standard and I think it turned out nice. All the girls were appropriately dolled up (see you don't believe me do you? But I have pictures! Really!) and the guys impressively so. I guess all that Kingdom Hall training was good for something! Cause the guys looked like gentleman. Byron even wore a tuxedo! The meal went well, the part I think we all know I was the most excited about. Dinner at Larcos, a great bottle of wine, minestrone to die for, and then delicious pasta, Chilean Sea Bass, and petite filet mignon. And a martini named "Between the sheets." I didn't order all of that, but it surrounded me and I tasted it! It was a nice languid meal that lasted 2 and half hours and somehow stuffed me to the gills. And then, one of my favorite female people leaned over if I could escort her and her not-quite boyfriend back to his car cause he had be home by 11. Well sure, I thought! For usually her closer-than-close sister always has the responsibility of being the wheel of third, I figured I could take it on for a short quick jaunt down the road. If only I knew that "down the road" meant down I-75, over on I-696 and up I-94 to St. Clair freakin' Shores! Things that could've been brought to my attention inside the restaurant, not crusing down the freeway! Okay, so I'm not completely crazy on that right? And the whole ride I'm thinking a) I hope I have enough gas to get us there and back; b) I planned this whole night and I've only gotten to talk to the same two people I'm trapped in the car with right now; c) wow, I really need an oil change; d) I love you girl, but next time when you're going to ask me to leave a fancy function to spend awkward time in the awkward backseat of MY OWN CAR with two people who can't figure out how to say "Hey, I like you" but then again maybe they shouldn't because he's about to be grounded for missing curfew at 11 PM!!!; just don't ask because the answer is going to be an unequivocal NO. End rant. When we finally trekked back, as expected, everyone was leaving. Sigh. I didn't feel much like dancing anyway, so I did one quick "Suavemente" salsa with Jordan, offended RyanHall for the rest of my life, or at least til he goes to MTS school (sorry Ryan!) and then left for home, exhausted, and remarkably, still full. The whole drive to and from The End of The Earth I was seriously thinking, maybe I could just stop in on at the theater and go watch Hitch with the girls, because seriously? That's how long we were gone. And I still didn't get to see a movie! Sorry to rant. I totally love both the people involved in that situation, and I'm glad I saved her sister from it so she could actually have a good time and all, but being a sacrificial lamb is for the birds ya'll. I am through babysitting. So that was Friday; Saturday and Sunday made up for any lulls in funness by being gloriously perfect. I'm officially back to the obssessed mode on my Alias meter. I essentially have two modes: midly obsessed with all things Alias and can't stop talking/watching/dreaming about that dang show. I don't care how ridiculous anything is anymore, I just want Sydney Bristow all the time. Well. Actually I just want Vaughn/Sark/Will all the time, but that's a different story. Saturday night we watching the 5 episodes of Season 2; and then I remembered Will was in season 3 oh-so briefly. So we FFWDed through episodes 1-8 of Season 3 looking for the goodness that is Will. Til 1am we watched, and gasped, and cheered, and wore ourselves out with the suspense. But no Will. Sunday evening at Jasons we hunted down Season 3 Volume 2 Episode 10 with trips to two different Blockbuster. And the reward was awesome. BuzzCut Will! Back from Witness Protection! Drinkin' the Vodka straight out of the bottle (my kinda man!) Doing the deed with Syd in Warsaw. Not talking about it, and liking it! Promising they would see each other again.... in Season 4! And the creme de la creme... BuzzCut Will vs. BuzzCut Sark. Who will win? Who cares? That action is hot-t. I need to get a hobby. Oh wait, I have one! I don't know what's wrong with me then. [Edited to Add: The Annoying Ladies of Work (Noopsies?) are bashing Kanye West, and cheering that he got shut out of the grammies. Since when is THREE a shutout?] Quoting: Djb's OC recap on TWoP. I really want to copy and paste the whole thing, but you should just go there if you want this quote explained. 1:10 p.m. - 02-14-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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