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Well, the game last weekend was super cold. We were shivering. But we shelled lots of peanuts to keep our hands warm and were very brave. My mom looked dynamite in one of her spirited scarves and a purple hat. We stayed until the very end then walked over to the gig. My mom is fixated on setting me up with the guy who sits next to us who is admittedly kind of cute and did switch places with the guy next to him to sit next to me and invited us to come over for hamburgers before tonight's game but if it's still dumping tonight like it is right now I will not be setting foot in any place with no roof much less a place where umbrellas are not allowed. Let me tell you, the gig was PACKED. I had to hold my mom's hand to pull her through the crowd. There was a long line and it was elbow to elbow to get up to the stage but once we got right up there it was okay. We waved at Henry, and he waved back! Then my little brother got there and knocked fists with him. The band was great. Mom watched all of the girls drunkenly dancing and said, "These girls like to gyrate a lot when they dance with each other." Which was Funny #1 by my mom. Then she said, "ALL the girls come over to kiss your brother," which was Funny #2. Just her tone. Then I walked my mom back to her car because she was beat and couldn't deal with the gyrating anymore, I think! I think my little brother was kind of wasted but it was still great. Then I mostly just hung with him. His friend Glenn was there and was also wasted which was pretty hilarious because I heard him talk more than I ever have. I commented on this and how he would come on our family vacations with us and not utter a single word the entire week but now he was a motormouth. He flung out his arms and said, "YOUR FAMILY BRINGS OUT THE BEST IN ME!" and then he repeated that statement about forty times which was kind of hilarious. Then he danced spastically with his girlfriend. Also, he is now hot. My little brother has a crush on a senior so when I finally left at about 12:30 I asked him to walk me to my car (just across the street) and she asked if we wanted her to come and he looked uncertain but I was like YES and so she did. I think he might be in love with her! It was cute. They were drunk and pretty damn cute. But before I left happily Henry played my favorite song of theirs and my brother and I SPRINTED from the beer table to make it up to the stage with Glenn and his girlfriend racing behind us and I was pretty sure Henry saw us rocking out and singing along like big dorks. (Confirmed when he reported to my sister later that he saw us rushing through the dense crowd like a parting of the waters.) Anyway, I really REALLY wish my sister could have been there. I think she would have been proud of Henry for performing so well in front of a truly huge and 99% butt-ass-wasted college crowd (except for the matriarch mom and co-matriarch Eliza). Everyone really seemed to enjoy the music a lot and was in a great mood since we won. Another of my brother's friends asked me when he walked in, "So, which one's your ex?" and I laughed and said that it was my sister's ex and it was the singer. He just shrugged like do you actually expect me to keep all of your siblings straight? It was cute. He is nice and courteous. Oh, also, Glenn said out of the blue, "YOUR BROTHER GETS SOME HOS!" and I looked at him like Glenn do not tell me this! And he nodded vigorously and started doing some kind of "let me see your tootsie roll" or "let me ride that train train" dance involving pelvic lunging and a pantomimed whip as if to demonstrate. Again, Glenn amuses. Well, I guess that is about it. I left mostly because I had on VERY uncomfortable boots. Henry is a great performer and it was the perfect way to end the night of a historic game. The only thing that was not perfect was that my sister was not there with us. The next day, my parents and I did a charity walk and were snapped in this way hot picture of all three of us.  I am thrilled to report that I have finally seen The Office Special. And it was everything I heard and hoped it would be. And I won't give anything away except to say that it was the kind of good where I didn't even realize I was crying until I felt the tears slide off my chin. I mean, laughter and tears. That is The Office. That is My (okay, Our) Timmy. I can't wait to watch all of the special features. I also now have volume one of Pride and Prejudice in my hot little hands for the very first time. And it's a rainy weekend! Oh, gloriousness. But first I must put on my clothes and get ready to go shopping for a care package for a coworker who is serving in Iraq. And what clothes will I be putting on? Well, I'll tell you. I'll be putting on my gym clothes. Why? Because I will be going to the gym. I am being driven there by nothing else than the sheer misery inspired when I see that I now have cellulite on the front of my thighs. That is just a line that I can't cross. GOD, I HATE THE GYM. I haven't been in months and months and months. The weights that I increased when I actually was going will no doubt now be too heavy, but I can't even remember what the original settings were in the computer so now I guess I'll just have to make them up. At least I have a few magazines to read, including the new Us Weekly featuring on the cover the "singer" and "actress" with whom my older brother has now hung out on numerous occasions. He says she is five feet tall, only looks taller because of the massively high heals she wears, and is so tiny that he could pick her up and put her in his pocket. My sister will be home in four days. And my family just entertains me to no damn end and to tell you the truth brings out the best in me, too. About this time in ...
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