Monday, September 01, 2003
Was that a weekend, or was that a weekend? And it’s not even over yet! Oh, where to begin?…
Wednesday after work Chris and I headed to West Palm Beach to meet Joe and Laura. We stopped by my brother’s place along the way, and met his gal and their new dog. Biggest freaking toads I’ve ever seen in my life there.
Hooked up with J&L at the hotel. We weren’t quite sure we had the correct room until we saw the bendy Ozzy and Sharon in the window, along with this tacky gold cross hanging upside down along side them.
Slept well, then had breakfast at Perkins. Had a drink or two, shoved some booze in our panties, and headed to OZZFEST! Wow. What a day! Voivod fucking rocked; Cradle of Filth is just whacked; Marilyn Manson was much cooler than I expected; Ozzy seems to be getting around a little better than he was last year. Gawd, we had a great time. I was sore for days. I’m too old to rock.
Chris and I headed out of the concert before Ozzy had been on for very long, only to find that Sheena had a flat tire. Not just flat, but pretty badly punctured. Joe, bless his heart, helped Chrises change the tire in the pouring rain, and we all headed back to the hotel to shower. Thanks for letting us go first, Joe. Chris had to be at work Friday morning, so he and I headed back to G’ville on our donut tire.
Got home around 5:30am, slept for a bit, then got Chris off to work. I met him for lunch, then stopped by the dance store that’s going out of business. I got a new pair of clogging shoes for a steal. Not literally, of course. I bought them. Than I spent most of the rest of the day on the couch, since I was feeling a bit, shall we say, dehydrated, and was achy all over.
My work had a BBQ that evening, so we hopped over to that and had a grand time. Jen did a great job of putting everything together, and George (Pres) and Carl (VP) were a barrel of monkeys.
Very early Saturday morning I got a phone call from Katie’s sister, Sarah. Since I don’t talk to her often, I was quite confused as to why she’d be calling me at 1:00 in the morning. Turns out she was in Florida without a place to crash for the night, so she headed to our place from Venice Beach and got in around 5am. We all slept for a few hours, then took Sheena to Town Tire and went to the Deli for breakfast. Brent said, ‘Only three?’, but we didn’t even get to sit in his section. We got a way too friendly waitress, who should have known that we hadn’t had any coffee yet.
We had some more time to kill before the car was ready, so we went to a groovy toy store across the way. Chris got hooked on playing with this remote control car construction kit called Rokenbok. ‘What the hell are you doing,’ I naively asked. ‘That looks stupid,’ as I picked up a remote control. ‘Cool!’ I eventually ended up announcing. Cool enough that we hunted down a starter set in Jacksonville later on this very same weekend. Bought it at Toys R Us for quite a good price. So Eric and Stephanie? Bring the boys over anytime. They’ll love it!
Anyhoo, after we saw Sarah off, C&I headed to Jacksonville. Nothing too exciting on Saturday. Or Sunday, for that matter. But this morning we went to the beach with the kites. It was a great day for flying, and we had a wonderful time. Came ‘home’ to a lunch of ribs and wings, and birthday cake! Chrises mom made me my favorite: chocolate mayonnaise cake with Crisco icing. MMMmmmm…
So my birthday has officially begun! Now you locals will hear nothing but, ‘It’s my birthday!’ for weeks now. For those of you who don’t know, or need a gentle reminder: September 15th.
Wednesday after work Chris and I headed to West Palm Beach to meet Joe and Laura. We stopped by my brother’s place along the way, and met his gal and their new dog. Biggest freaking toads I’ve ever seen in my life there.
Hooked up with J&L at the hotel. We weren’t quite sure we had the correct room until we saw the bendy Ozzy and Sharon in the window, along with this tacky gold cross hanging upside down along side them.
Slept well, then had breakfast at Perkins. Had a drink or two, shoved some booze in our panties, and headed to OZZFEST! Wow. What a day! Voivod fucking rocked; Cradle of Filth is just whacked; Marilyn Manson was much cooler than I expected; Ozzy seems to be getting around a little better than he was last year. Gawd, we had a great time. I was sore for days. I’m too old to rock.
Chris and I headed out of the concert before Ozzy had been on for very long, only to find that Sheena had a flat tire. Not just flat, but pretty badly punctured. Joe, bless his heart, helped Chrises change the tire in the pouring rain, and we all headed back to the hotel to shower. Thanks for letting us go first, Joe. Chris had to be at work Friday morning, so he and I headed back to G’ville on our donut tire.
Got home around 5:30am, slept for a bit, then got Chris off to work. I met him for lunch, then stopped by the dance store that’s going out of business. I got a new pair of clogging shoes for a steal. Not literally, of course. I bought them. Than I spent most of the rest of the day on the couch, since I was feeling a bit, shall we say, dehydrated, and was achy all over.
My work had a BBQ that evening, so we hopped over to that and had a grand time. Jen did a great job of putting everything together, and George (Pres) and Carl (VP) were a barrel of monkeys.
Very early Saturday morning I got a phone call from Katie’s sister, Sarah. Since I don’t talk to her often, I was quite confused as to why she’d be calling me at 1:00 in the morning. Turns out she was in Florida without a place to crash for the night, so she headed to our place from Venice Beach and got in around 5am. We all slept for a few hours, then took Sheena to Town Tire and went to the Deli for breakfast. Brent said, ‘Only three?’, but we didn’t even get to sit in his section. We got a way too friendly waitress, who should have known that we hadn’t had any coffee yet.
We had some more time to kill before the car was ready, so we went to a groovy toy store across the way. Chris got hooked on playing with this remote control car construction kit called Rokenbok. ‘What the hell are you doing,’ I naively asked. ‘That looks stupid,’ as I picked up a remote control. ‘Cool!’ I eventually ended up announcing. Cool enough that we hunted down a starter set in Jacksonville later on this very same weekend. Bought it at Toys R Us for quite a good price. So Eric and Stephanie? Bring the boys over anytime. They’ll love it!
Anyhoo, after we saw Sarah off, C&I headed to Jacksonville. Nothing too exciting on Saturday. Or Sunday, for that matter. But this morning we went to the beach with the kites. It was a great day for flying, and we had a wonderful time. Came ‘home’ to a lunch of ribs and wings, and birthday cake! Chrises mom made me my favorite: chocolate mayonnaise cake with Crisco icing. MMMmmmm…
So my birthday has officially begun! Now you locals will hear nothing but, ‘It’s my birthday!’ for weeks now. For those of you who don’t know, or need a gentle reminder: September 15th.
idyllicchick, 1:46 PM
