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astillarSaturday afternoon we went shopping for my brother’s wedding presents. That gift registry thing made it a relatively painless event. It was pretty easy to identify which items he had picked out and which items she had picked. The digital kitchen scale, the Pyrex baking set, the soufflé ramekins: her. The Wii, HD LCD TV, and Operation board game: him. I went a bit overboard on the shopping. I spent about double what I’d planned to. I kinda felt like I had to though. There we were, barely a week away from their wedding and very few items on the registry had been purchased. On top of that, my mom’s retired, my dad’s unemployed, and my sister’s still in college, so there won’t be many gifts coming from that direction. So I ignored the price tags and kept shopping till there was a respectable pile in my shopping cart. Later on that evening I reserved a room at the wedding hotel. As soon as they quoted us the “con-rate” I thought, “Hmph. Jenny could do better than that.” Bleh. This thing is getting more expensive than I would’ve preferred. I guess I can take some consolation in the thought that in a year it’ll be time for payback, as Liz has reminded me.
Saturday night we went to go see Dave Atell. Liz had never seen him before so I was worried his material might be too crude for her, but I used to watch him a lot on “Insomniac” so I bought the tickets anyways. Supposedly he’s clean and sober now, but watching the show that night, you wouldn’t have thought so. He was funny of course, but his show was kinda haphazard and seemed like he was piecing it together as he went. I was surprised that his show was so rough and random, considering that it was being filmed for a special. I guess I was just expecting a more polished performance. Afterwards we went to dinner at Spaghetti Warehouse since it happened to be on the way back to the parking garage. The pasta was good but the service sucked balls. I determined that our waiter was either under the influence, or needed to be under the influence (of some prescription medicine). It was like the lights were on but nobody was home. Asking what kind of dressing I wanted on my minestrone soup, rationing our “unlimited” bread to just one baby loaf, and assuming that since we were sharing one entrée we could also share one set of silverware. What a space cadet.
Saturday night we went to go see Dave Atell. Liz had never seen him before so I was worried his material might be too crude for her, but I used to watch him a lot on “Insomniac” so I bought the tickets anyways. Supposedly he’s clean and sober now, but watching the show that night, you wouldn’t have thought so. He was funny of course, but his show was kinda haphazard and seemed like he was piecing it together as he went. I was surprised that his show was so rough and random, considering that it was being filmed for a special. I guess I was just expecting a more polished performance. Afterwards we went to dinner at Spaghetti Warehouse since it happened to be on the way back to the parking garage. The pasta was good but the service sucked balls. I determined that our waiter was either under the influence, or needed to be under the influence (of some prescription medicine). It was like the lights were on but nobody was home. Asking what kind of dressing I wanted on my minestrone soup, rationing our “unlimited” bread to just one baby loaf, and assuming that since we were sharing one entrée we could also share one set of silverware. What a space cadet.
