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Ah, the weekend wrap-up. On Friday night, my little brother and his friends and I went to see American Wedding. It was very Stifler-iffic. I think they should have somehow worked his name into the title because clearly the movie was about absolutely nothing but him. It was stupid and funny like all of the rest of them. On Saturday, I woke up at seven and went to a couple of garage sales, scoring five green glass ice cream dishes, four Mexican pottery-looking coffee mugs, and two glass candle holders for the grand total of $2. It was a very satisfying garage sale morning. I then went to the market with my dad, and he bought me a peach smoothie from Bluebell and a purse hand sewn in China by the vendor's brother. We walked around and looked at the produce and wine and bread and arts and crafts and it was just a nice morning. It's amazing how many people will turn up in this town if you just give them something to do. I went home and mowed my grass and potted some plants and by some miracle of the saints installed the printer my dad donated to me upon his purchase of a new one. The installation disk only went up to Windows 98, and I have Windows 2000 because my friend's boyfriend put it on there, but I don't have the Windows 2000 disk, so I didn't know what in the hell to do, and I was cursing and throwing things around the room, namely cats who kept playing with the wires, but finally through the grace of the HP website from which I downloaded some mystical software while closing my eyes, crossing my fingers, and spinning in a circle three times, somehow it's working. My project is to print a bunch of scanned old photographs of grandparents and such and hang them in beauteous frames and adorn my hall with them. The ones I have so far are pretty fucking great. 
On Saturday night, I went with J. and his sister to eat at a restaurant that prominently features Cajun dancing. I felt like I was in some kind of parallel universe because I could not figure out who all the people in there were. I mean, where did they come from? I ate crawfish enchiladas and jambalaya and drank pink lemonade because I was the designated blower in J.'s truck. God bless the Intoxalock! We then went to a cigar bar where I had coughing fits for a few hours and a woman at the bar accosted me for my purse. She offered to trade her $600 purse for the $13 purse I got at the market. She grabbed her husband and made him agree to bleach my teeth if I would just give her my purse. (He was a dentist.) She was hysterically in love with my purse. I declined, though, because I love it, too, and my dad bought it for me, and I fought her off of clawing it from my shoulder. I slowly drank exactly one beer at the cigar bar after being assured that I would be fine with the Intoxalock, but I blew a .033 and it said "failed." J. had thought that he could drink up to .10 and still start it, but apparently the Intoxalock does not want him to drink at all. Which is for the best, I am sure, but it started a huge commotion involving much screaming and tantrum throwing (not by me). Of course they wanted me to hang out once we finally got back to his place, but it was midnight, and I had been up since 7, and of course he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and I had to physically hurl myself to the ground to prevent myself from being carried up the stairs. I love those two but it is very difficult to deal with them at the end of the night sometimes. J. asked me to be his "family/friend" person at group therapy because he doesn't think he can "graduate" without having someone come to share about him, and I said sure, but I don't know if he'll repeat the invitation while sober. And I feel very torn about what I would say. Because I don't think he really wants me to tell the truth. I spent most of Sunday helping my sister move into her new place, my brother's apartment. It was fun. She sent me to Target with her credit card to buy things like ice trays and rugs and plastic storage bins and shower racks and doormats. I brought her a plant. My sister is hilarious. She was going through the inevitable overwhelmed MIF (moving in feeling) when you question why you didn't just throw more of this stuff away before you packed it and you marvel quizzically over the vast amount of holiday decorations you have acquired over the years. "How is it possible that I have two Christmas tree stands and ten unopened packages of Halloween paper plates?!?" was an oft-repeated lament. My brother has satellite TV and I immediately put it on SoapNet. I wanted to play the Showtunes channel but it was nixed for rap. At one point we all burst into a loud and fervent rendition of Air Supply's "All Out of Love." I unpacked dishes and hung blinds while my sister made her bed and my brother went through voluminous stacks of love letters from his many ex-girlfriends. The apartment is really, really nice, and I mean, Jesus Christ, with a view like this, how can one not begin the day with serenity in his or her heart? 
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