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Monday, August 04, 2003

The Weekend Update
While my weekend was not as funny as SNL, it did have its moments. :) (Actually, it was probably funnier than SNL, which has gone from bad to worse in my estimation.)

Friday
Friday we had a surprise party for Dolores at her house. Now, surprising Miss Dolores Radlo is quite a feat because she will question and try to help out with any alternate plan that you try to think up. So, in effect, we had to plan two outings -- one was the actual party and the other was going to dinner and a movie. Luckily, because this was so short notice (her mom had called me Monday), we already had plans for Friday so we just switched them around. That made the whole thing more plausible. But it also cut down on the list of people who would be able to make it and who I could invite. She was totally surprised so I feel that it was a success! :):)

Saturday
After dragging my butt back home by midnight Saturday morning (some of us decided to go out for a drink at T.G.I. Friday's after the party), I woke up earlier than usual for a Saturday to go to a meeting at the Old Colony Historical Society. As part of my new "life plan" to get a certificate in museum studies, I'm going to start volunteering for the local historical society again. I used to work with them in high school, and I think that it's time to get more hands-on experience in the museum world.

After that, I went home and the whole family went to pick up my mom from T.F.Green airport. Poor Mom. Her 10 days in Florida started out nicely, but at the end of the week, the dog became incontinent. Everytime the poor dog sat down and relaxed, she ended up sitting in a puddle of pee. Mom spent two days continuously cleaning the floors because my aunt does not have a fenced-in grassy area that the dog could be in and the sun was too hot for her.

That night was also an adventure. Dad had bought tickets for the family to go to see The Beach Boys at the South Shore Music Circus. It was a good show, and kept moving. There was one weird thing about it. Actually, a couple of weird things. The first was that they didn't only play their music. They did a set of tunes from their era singing such things as Duke of Earl. Then they sang a Beatles' song -- very very weird.

The other weird thing was that John Stamos was in their backup band. Most of you Gen Xers and Gen Yees would know him as "Uncle Jesse" on the show Full House. Apparently, this was his first gig back in the days before the TV show, and now he comes back every once in a while to play drums and guitar for the band. It was cool to see him, but he was so completely ANNOYING on stage. What a showboat! The Beach Boys are old men these days and basically just sing and play from behind their mics. But not John Stamos! Oh no, he had to be walking around the stage all the time he wasn't playing the drums. They had to give him the mic at one point because some of the girls were screaming at him. And he spent a good deal of the show making what I guess were supposed to be sexy faces at girls in the audience. It's like he had ADD. I wanted to hand him some Ritalin.

Sunday
We didn't get back until after midnight from the concert because my father insists on taking every backroad in Massachusetts when he's driving. I was beyond tired at this point, but my sister still saw fit to wake me up at 9:30 and beg me to go to 10:00 Mass with her. (She doesn't like to go to church to begin with, and she really dislikes going alone.) I went grudgingly and grumpily, but I went. The rest of the day was pretty tame compared to Saturday. I went to Leominster for my friend Katie's birthday party. I hadn't seen her in a while and hadn't been to see her family in over a year so it was really nice to get a chance to chat. And, finally, on my way home, I stopped by to see Dolores who is house sitting for Dr. Prichard (a.k.a. "Ma") while she's in Arizona visiting her sister.

And that's it!! Whew! What a posting! And I thought that last weekend's was long!

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