This weekend was rather quiet, which was fine. Of course, I was still busy.
I went to see Waitress
on both Saturday and Monday. I couldn't possibly be more infatuated with Nathan Fillion at this moment. If only I could figure out a way to trigger an "accidental" meeting while I'm out in Cali! I also watched another NF movie, White Noise 2: The Light
. It wasn't as bad as it would seem to be. It was at least watchable. And they stuck in a Captain Tightpants line for no reason. =) But he had a serious lack of scenes without his shirt. Only one!
Actually, the big thing from that movie is that I figured out how to go from an .avi file to an actual playable DVD all by myself. I was pretty proud of me!
I worked on Fri, Sat & Sun and the less said about that the better. I'm worried that I'm reaching the Hallmark breaking point, because I'm finding it harder and harder to deal with crap from whiny customers. I even had to kick someone out of the store on Sat! Case in point: One of the little old ladies came up and asked if we had any Son & Daughter-in-Law 25th Anniversary cards. Honestly, what? Could you be a little more specific? Really, how many of those would we sell? So, no, we don't have them. How hard is it to write "To my Son and Daughter-in-Law" on a 25th anniv card? Or vice-versa? But you would have thought I kicked this old lady's puppy with how sad and dejected she looked when I said we didn't have that exact card. Some people just expect way too much. I'm glad we're going into our slow period because I think I need a break from this crap.
After my crappy day at work on Sunday, taylorea
had asked if I'd drive with her to Andy's gig. Sure, no problem. I always enjoy some live music. She left out a few things. Like the fact that the bar was at the corner of No and Where. Somewhere between Hastings and Red Wing. In fact, we missed the turn off for the county road and ended up in Red Wing for a little while. She also failed to mention that this was a country gig. Or something. I still don't completely understand what was going on.
So, we finally get there. (There is the Cannon River Inn in Welch, if'n you need to know) And I am immediately amused by the fact that there is a change of clothing sitting on the ice machine in the front of the bar. In case you soil yourself? Or maybe somebody sleeps there and that's their closet? Not sure. Andy met us outside to say that he'd already played a set and now his friend Ramblin' Rod would be playing. Ramblin' Rod just got a karaoke machine and would be playing guitar and singing along to his karaoke tapes. Wait, what?? Oh, this sounds like a bad idea.
And it was.
Andy finally convined Rod to sing one of his own songs and blessedly the karaoke tapes were turned off for a song. But they came back. Bren was rather horrified by the whole thing. I was more annoyed. Rod took a break and Andy wanted to go up to do another set, but Rod wouldn't let him until after he played another set. *grrrrr* We finally went outside, since the music sounded much better through the wall. And it was nice out. At some point, one of the drunken folks came over and took the shirt from the pile of clothes on the ice machine. But left the pants. Odd. And someone drunkenly walked into the wall. Good times! Also, there was a crabby lady with a fanny pack. I'm always amused by fanny packs! Bren couldn't handle it anymore and we ended up leaving before Andy played again. He didn't seem too upset about it or anything.ETA: taylorea
helpfully pointed out that I forgot the best part. She & Andy were going to treat me to a drink since I had driven to No and Where. I requested a Jack & Coke, thinking that was an easy order for a little shanty bar like that. But they didn't have any Jack. Let me repeat that: NO JACK DANIELS. =/ They just had beer, wine coolers or soda. But, the bartender had a buddy who was going to be bringing up some whiskey for them later on. And sure enough, one of the local hicks did indeed bring in a half-empty bottle of some knock-off whiskey shortly thereafter. Ewwwww. I wisely decided to stick with my can of soda.
Monday was my fuck off day. My first day off in almost four weeks that did not also involve dog watching! I spent most of the day doing nothing more than watching TV. (Oh, Law & Order: CI marathon, how I adore you!) I also colored my hair black and burgundy. Hopefully the burgunday will take this time. Last time I tried it, my hair was still dealing with the bleach & Manic Panic and all the burgundy washed right out. I'm more hopeful about it now.
And that leads me right up to today. It doesn't suck, but I'd rather not be here. I'm just holding on to the fact that I only have 11 hours left of work until Wed the 6th. (well, 15 if you include my Hallmark shift tomorrow) And 48 hours from now I'll be in Denver on my layover to Burbank. SO EXCITED!!!!