memorial day. memories. the future. good times.

so it's memorial day 2007. i was supposed to do some make up hours today, not realizing that andy had work, so of course i had to call in "babysitterless." which was fine with me. juliet started sleeping in a "big girl bed" and it actually was a lot less painful than i had assumed it would be. but i was nonetheless seriously babysitterless. cuz i couldn't even put old jellyfishlegs down for a nap and go to work. but whatever.

this weekend was great!
on friday night we met my mom at the yacht club for some beers and pizza, and took the little boat out to the island. which was just spectacular and beautiful. andy, paulie, lyzz, ryan and i walked the perimeter of the island which was awesome and insane and luckily we didn't catch poison ivy (but we did find several caterpillars) and as we rounded the bend to where our boat was, lo and behold there were about 20 campers set up for the night. tents and all. and they had a really adorable king charles cavalier puppy. so of course we're like, "uh...camping? on the island? total horror movie in the making..." (you see, there is this evil and haunted tower on the island, which is locked up and without a doubt in my mind houses the creeper. you know. the creeper.) as our boat pulls away, who floats up on this dumb little raft-with-a-motor, but the dumb blonde girl with a cooler full of beer and a strapless pink top. i said, "OH NO! now they're seriously in for it...i can picture it now...the dog will wander into the woods first, and then the dumb blonde will go looking for it..."here scrappy, here scrappy...scrappy? scrappy, where are you? scrappy? there you are you bad...SCRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPYYYYYYYYYYY!" (scream as she realizes scrappy has been sliced open and his liver has been taken out. by the creeper. a la "cabin fever" dog.)

on saturday my mother and i went to see rent (for the 7th time since november)(seriously). we had a great time. afterwards we met all the cast (for the 1st time) and after that craziness (where i told mark cohen that i've seen him 7 times since november and he was awesome and i didn't know what he was up to in the future since anthony rapp is coming back in july but good luck! and roger told me he liked my sunglasses and i discovered that he was in fact british! and where i totally ignored mimi cuz she sucked) we ran ax the street to meet the cast of mary poppins! (and we ignored mary cuz she's a little sucky and too american to be mary poppins, and where we met the awesome gavin lee who plays bert and my mother had him sign her rent playbill and told him "i expect great things from you next week at the tony's!")
(i swear i will post pictures as soon as i remember my photobucket password...)

then on sunday we went out on the boat to the island again which was great of course. the mangled bodies were nowhere to be found, but no one would venture into the woods with me to check it out. my dad suggested that the creeper took them all off the beach to keep it clean (i assure you that this is a conversation that took place). juliet was an angel all day (and pooped in the sand like a puppy). it got quite chilly around fiveish, and my dad took us in. andy juliet and i went home, and i fell asleep while andy worked on his paper.

today andy worked then we went to a memorial day bbq at my house. juliet was so tired she ran into a chair and gave herself a black eye and then ran into the corner of the counter. and has a huge black forehead. dico remains bald as a (uh....bat? cucumber? i don't know. bald thing) and johnny cash kept biting his poor balls (did i not mention that dico got shaved cuz his balls were matted and shaved. i know, too much information. but it was kind of funny). i just finished the works cited page on andy's paper (which he did write a lot of but of course i had to figure out the technical, refrencey types of situation). and now i'm just tired. and it's fucking 11 pm. ahhhh. where does the time go???

things which are pressing on my mind: the need for tickets!!!!!!! cKy is playing a bunch of shows in pennsylvania...one on june 23rd at chad's favorite bar. which is small. and he writes "good luck getting tickets." why haven't we bought them yet?? and did i mention that anthony rapp and adam pascal are coming back to rent for the summer? my mom claims to be on that but....WHY HAVEN'T WE BOUGHT THEM YET??? other things on my mind include "is jen having the baby 3 weeks early?" and "amy's secret gift" and "where is my paycheck?" and finally, "why is flava flav of cat fame staring up the wall?"

oh, and then i forgot about the "memories" part. andy had his freshman yearbook out the other day cuz this kid he went to school with died. and so i started looking thru it (christina will recall that i'm obsessed w/yearbooks. or was. okay, sometimes the obession hits me again...). and it was senior year for most of my friends (jen was pretty much on every page of the book. as was a 12 year old looking steve. and mike moody who apparently likes motely crue and i never even knew.) so of course i had to start going thru yearbooks and it just hit me as so odd because high school pretty much meant NOTHING in the grand scheme of things. it took up EVERYTHING and was ALL ENCOMPASSING while i was rotting thru the hell of it. and now it's a total laugh and a joke and barely a memory. andy's parents wrote "well you did it, and you did it well. you drove us crazy but it was worth it." why? why was it worth it? it was high school. it meant NOTHING. the people i'm friends with now, who mean the world to me, i didn't even know they existed in high school. my high school friends, in all seriousness...i'm still friends with 3 of them. 4 including andy. it's just insanity. "high school was such a blur..."