We’re working our way up to watching flies fuck…

Yeah so, it’s 9pm on a Friday, and I’m wearing pajamas, curled up with a book killing time until Trial by Jury comes on. Much less wild than the dreamt of Jody Watley, stupid sweat and dancefest with the girls that I had envisioned… too bad I get one days notice on things.

So, tomorrow it looks like JamesT and I are heading up to watch the Bellsouth Classic!! Well… my mom was excited about it. I tease… it will be an interesting experience. It’s not like they won’t let you in with cellphones or pagers or radios or cameras or coolers or anything-that-could-remotely-be-entertaining because they have to make you pay attention to the golfers…. or do they.

Afterwards, we do The Lease Thing^tm, then perhaps we go do The Poker Thing^tm with Bradley and his boss. I dunno, maybe I’ll just let the boys go so they can have a nice boy chat about football. I’ve had plenty of girls nights lately I know. Hell, perhaps Kit will be looking for a painting partner tomorrow night. Sunday, we’re up early for Chattavegas for a homemade dinner with Grandma and some of The Computer Repairs Thing^tm with JT’s dad.

All this weekend excitement is in lieu of me being in Bristol with mom and sis for a Nascar race weekend, and more importantly a day of shopping at Dixie Pottery. I can’t wait until they invent teleporters… *le sigh*.

So… one month from today, JT’s family reunion. If I stop eating now, I might starve to death and decompose enough to actually look skinny in the photos. Har har. At least I can count on Jenni to draw attention away with her scandalous biker-chick outfits.

Anyway.. Gilmore Girls is my world. Rory rocked in Sin City today, where I got to watch Dean in a preview for that shitty-looking House of Wax movie, and now I get to watch Max Medina in Trial by Jury. I only hope the rumor that Lorelei could be Wonder Woman in the movie are true…