I spent ten hours yesterday doing a massive overhaul cleaning of the house, and it still looks gross. I made the mistake of starting with the kitchen and living room and left my bedroom for last, so I ran out of time and energy. Also, there are men scraping and repainting my hallway, so all my nice cleaning product smell is being overpowered by paint fumes.
But I WILL NOT allow myself to stress about this any more. It is the weekend, dammit. If I do not choose to have fun, fun will be provided for me. Saw Club Dread last night with some of my crew and it was *excellent*. It had pinatas and machetes, and that’s almost everything I need in entertainment.
My friends really enjoyed the character of Juan, but I still love Farva. Jay C. decided to be the joker of the film this time, and I like that they switched it up. Flexibility is essential in a good pseudo-improv comedy troupe (see: Kids in the Hall, Monty Python). I won a door prize draw, so I got to take home a Club Dread beach ball, t-shirt, ceramic tiki glasses (went home with the High Park folks), sountrack cd (some bastard took off with it – but who???), yuk yuks passes (gave those to Attila), posters and other promotional paraphernalia.
Then I got to eat some delicious chocolate mousse cake and watch someone drive a tank over a lot of cars on ER at Glenda’s birthday party. My birthday gift to her is going to be the gift of Live Journal, but it’ll have to wait a few days, since she’s on vacation.
Tonight there’s volleyball and I’m trying to get revved up about it, but after yesterday’s cleaning binge I’m mostly craving hot tea, television, and a nap.