Weekend Wrap Up

Friday
Spent the afternoon running around picking up and delivering PLAYER tickets to collegues and friends and then headed to Jimi's for a hair appointment. Same cut, same color. It was too good to change right now. Then I went to Michael's house and we went to his lot to water the plants. True to my awkward form, I walked through the high grass and got hitchhikers ALL over my pants and sandals. We picked them off one by one like a couple of monkeys.

For dinner, we went to Smokey Bones and ate 127 onion rings. Soooo delicious. We then headed home to watch Dan in Real Life, but as usual Comcast On Demand was more like Comcast On Demand Disappointment.

Saturday

Tromped through 10-12 different homes/condos/townhomes for sale. Let's just say I love everything that is too expensive and completely unrealistic. It was very tiring, but I'm very happy that my realtor, Sherrie, is fun to do this with. She's very accommodating and says exactly what she's thinking about a property even if it's bad. For example, we went into this POS foreclosure that was frightful. It looked like somebody had led a horse to a water and then let it run rampant in the house peeing everywhere and kicking holes in walls. Sherrie's comment was "This place is disgusting, I don't even want to touch anything. Let's go."

I took a breather for a few hours and then met Emily Sisson and her fiance, Michael, for a glass of wine at the pool. When we arrived there was this strange looking creature sitting alone drinking Michelob Ultra Pomegrante at the next table. He proceeded to offer us some saying "My fiance stood me up so now I have to drink these and don't even like them." Being the kind soul that he is, Michael invited him to sit with us and it turns out his fiance didn't just stand him up, she got on a plane to Ohio. We were trying to be nice but it didn't look good. And to top off her spontaneous departure she left him with 2 hamsters and a dog. Good luck with a rebound when you have 2 hamsters--she knew what she was doing. Anyways, this creature kept getting up to "use the head" as he called it. GROSS. I wanted to tell him that his fiance probably decided she didn't want to marry a hobbit after all.

We escaped to Em & Michael's apartment and then I went home to get dressed for the Ritz. Not much to say about the Ritz--it was Ritzish as usual--except for they upped the stakes with a $5 cover charge for a charity not of our choice. I'm assuming since I haven't heard a thing I didn't win the raffle price either.