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The weather continues to amaze and the team is 5-0 for the first time in, like, decades, apparently, so that puts everyone in a good mood. I took my friend Reid's advice and attempted to get "out there" this weekend. On Friday night, I went to eat with my sister, where we enjoyed pasta, spinach and artichoke dip, 7&7s (which made me feel like I was in high school, but my sister was drinking them, so I thought, what the hell!), and a brownie sunday, and then I went to an event with H. and her husband that turned out to be a combination art opening / kegger. (Woo, high culture, hoo!) It was quite fun and I even decided to have myself a small crush on a guy I saw there who's my older brother's age, the son of my parents' good friends, and whom I had not seen in years. In fact, the last time I saw him was at age 19 when he drove my friend and me around while we smoked a joint. I remember clearly laughing with him, "What would our parents say if they knew we were bonding in this manner?" Anyway, I don't know, it was weird. Perhaps it was my prior consumption of two drinks at dinner, two draft beers, and one glass of Merlot and my donning of a somewhat slutty black top that brought out my crushing tendencies, but I just found him someone intriguing and lamented for the entire rest of the weekend how much I talked around him and how I might have alarmed him and his entire family. I was such a Chatty Cathy and I COULD NOT FIND MY OFF BUTTON! I hate that. But I am proud of myself for sticking out my bosom a little. After we left, we went to another opening downtown and then to a bar downtown, where I found out that Fleabag, the dog I kidnapped from her criminally negligent owners and gave to H.'s husband to give his mother, recently met her demise, but we toasted the four adorable puppies she conceived with a pomeranian who will carry on her adorableness into perpetuity in the homes of their various relatives and expressed gratitude to the gods for the several happy years she spent with them rather than starving in the street in front of my old neighbors' apartment. Overall, it was a very fun night out, and it was very refreshing to meet new people, see old friends, and just feel exposed to a different vibe. I spent the rest of the weekend doing household stuff like grocery shopping and mowing the yard, taking long walks around the lakes with the dogs, and bathing them comically in the backyard with my mother's assistance. My dad bought us dinner Saturday night for the game so I chowed down on a shrimp and veggie griller from Outback and then ate ice cream with brownies and M&Ms in it. I painted the quarter-round molding that's going to go in my room when I get the flooring replaced later this week and I have to say that painting quarter-round molding might be my least favorite activity of all time. I was doing it outside and dirt and dust and dog hair kept flying into the wet paint. I was irate throughout the entire experience and dread ever having to do it again, but since I'm only doing one room at a time because I am not a millionaire, I know the task awaits me again in the future. I'm choosing to ignore that fact right now. My family has been waiting with bated breath to find out if the game will be televised on CBS as a day game. My cousin is getting married that afternoon and nobody wants to miss the game. (I don't want to miss tailgating with margaritas, my new favorite pastime. And I wanted to make purple and gold cookies, DAMN IT!) (The bride's father does not, as a rule, miss games. He is probably going into cardiac arrest right now.)
From: Dad My dad is funny. And here are my latest thoughts on Sports Night as I complete season one. I like the tertiary characters like Will and Dave and Chris and Elliott. But I cannot stand Kim. She utters a single word, and I want to reach through the screen and throttle her. When they're talking about some sport or another and she says, "Nobody gives a good damn," I am completely annoyed by her. When she talks about Solario and Solanio and the venticelli, not only do I not believe for one iota of a second that she would know anything about Solanio or Solario or the venticelli, but also, I loathe her. When she puts her hands on Isaac's shoulders when he returns from the hospital and SCREAMS IN HIS FACE, I want to kill her. I want her dead. The characters on this show are annoying on a regular basis, such as when Natalie asks Christian Patrick, "How much do you love me?" That is annoying. When Dana calls off the interview with Christian Patrick and Jeremy says, "Play of the year!" I am mortified for him. (I think that overall I get annoyed when these lines that are supposed to "tie up" the episode or complete some kind of metaphor end up crashing anviliciously down upon my head and rendering me temporarily unconscious. That is why I hate "The Sword of Orion" almost in its entirety. It is only saved for me by the Dan/Rebecca interactions.) Casey is annoying most of the time, let's face it, if only because of his gruesome casual wardrobe and that haircut. Isaac is basically incapable of annoying me, as is Dan, but even Dan bugs me a little bit in his delivery of the apology in episode two. Sally is annoying, but of course, she's supposed to be. And I find Dana's spasozity quite endearing, but she annoys me supremely when she does that horrible hand-motion thing when interviewing Jeremy for the job. So what I'm saying is that they all, on occasion, have annoyed me. But Kim. Kim verges on being a scene ruiner on a show toward whose scenes I feel great affection, and that makes me hate her A LOT. I've been doing some Sports Night digging online, and if you want to look at some publicity shots and screencaps, you can do so at a Sabrina Lloyd website here (under Sports Night images). And there are some funny "blind Casey" screencaps here, here, and here. And there are some truly fantastic group publicity stills that bring TEARS TO MY EYES and screen caps at this great Felicity Huffman site. And if you go to the articles section of this site, you can read transcripts of appearances she made when she was on Sports Night. And here's an interview that Peter Krause did after season one. And if you want to see the actors who have crossed over from SN to TWW, go here. And really, I'm not sure why all of this excites me so. My sister insisted to me yesterday that the best song on the latest Indigo Girls album is "Our Deliverance." We were listening to it in the Albertsons parking lot and she just started crying. How you were good to me "It's so BEAUTIFUL!" she exclaimed, bursting into tears. And it's true -- I tire of them through the years but there are always little moments like this that make me love them. That love will find us Just like it has before We can only hope that to be true. We can only fucking hope.
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