Family Sitcom

Wow. It's been so long since my last post that the internets didn't even remember the website. I had to type the whole thing in the address bar. Ah, I shall be faint with fatigue if I have to keep up such difficulties.

My parents came to visit last weekend and we had a great time. I'll post more on that later (at a time when there is no reasonable expectation that I am doing actual work instead of blogging...heh) and it took nary but 30 minutes time to realize that I should be chronicling all the weird things my dad said during his brief stay. I think I whipped out the paper and pen while we were still just driving back from the airport. The highlights are as follows. Pay close attention, you TOO may be old and weird one day, and you'll want to reuse some of these.

ME (on the phone making a work appointment): Thank you (name), I'll see you at (time, place).
-just barely hangs up phone in time-
DAD: Are you sure you're not a prostitute?

SCENE: Sitting at an outdoor restaurant with mom, dad, me, facing a fancy entrance to a very well marked building.
DAD (motioning to the building with very clear signage): Have you ever eaten at that restaurant?
ME: That's a food court, dad.
- to be clear, the sign on the building said "FOOD COURT"-
DAD: Oh.

SCENE: At the bar of a nice upscale restaurant, having a drink while we wait on an open table.
BARTENDER (to dad): And what can I get for you, sir?
DAD, loudly: Do you have any blackberry wine?
-Dad is referring to cheap flavored wine, along the lines of Boons Farm or Arbor Mist.
BARTENDER, clearly confused: Uh, no sir. I believe all of our wine is made from grapes. Do you like...grape...flavored wine?
DAD: No, huh-uh.

Scene.

Comes Back Around

A year ago I wrote a post about how I had unfortunately procrastinated in packing to move into my first solo apartment. Welp, hello again! I move to my SECOND solo apartment in a mere 3 days and I have nary even a single item boxed. Granted, I don't have a lot of stuff, but you would think that I would be more on top of things. Or, if you actually know me, you would not. At all. In fact you would be impressed that I even remembered the move date. Sadly, this go-round is a little different because on top of moving I also have a solid bit of work to do (from home) so I can have time to move. And if there's one thing I'm good at, its putting everything off to the last minute in favor of more stimulating activities like watching Dirty Jobs and Girls Next Door.

I typed out a whole paragraph detailing my disappointment in the Sunday 1:00 pm TV lineup, but when I reread it I sounded way more pathetic than I will allow, even on a quasi anonymous blog. So I guess writing this post is my last stand, the final frontier between me and my work. And I'm afraid I've lost. Damn.