Sunday, January 25, 2009

What's-A Matter You? Gotta No Respect.

Here's a friend of mine sticking his tongue out at me. Normally, he flips me off, so I'm thinking this was a good night.

So, this weekend was punctuated by my migraine. (mostly question marks and exclamation points) I had my meds, so the pain only lasted for a couple of hours here and there, but as I've said many times before, my meds make me loopy and stupid and oh so tired.

I didn't get a whole hell of a lot done this weekend. Both of my girls had colds, so we were all pretty low energy. It seemed as if nature was telling me to slow my roll - because nature speaks all wanna be street like that, you know. So, I listened to it and I did.

On Friday night, I had my usual movie watching extravaganza. While the girls were out doing their social activities, I watched the movie, Silk. I thought it was really slow and boring and I don't really recommend it. Then Stinky came home from the basketball game, and we watched Bolt together. It was pretty entertaining, and sweet and a little sassy. If you have kids, it's a good movie to watch for both of you.

Here are two chuckle heads at the Dublin on Saturday night. The guy to the right is supposedly the inspiration for the Bill the Cat character in the Bloom County cartoons. The guy on the left is just an asshole who was criticizing all the women playing pool that night without any fun lore about him.

Saturday was a very lazy day at the Churlish household. I took my bottles and cans to the Can Shed and they gave me $7 for them, so that was good, but other than that, I did some lying around waiting for my migraine meds to kick in, and then some napping after they finally did. I was absolutely NOT going out on Saturday night.

Coadster and I watched Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist earlier, before she left me to work a benefit for the emergency housing project. It was pretty typical high school fare. Then G. called me and told me she got talked into going out and wanted to know if I would join them. Since I hadn't spoken to anyone older than 16 for well over 24 hours, I thought it might be a good idea.

I headed downtown, but was very low energy. I had a fun conversation with these two college aged girls who were sitting out our table. One of the guys we were with flipped them shit about their girl talk and they dished it right back talking about guys. One of them said, "Have you ever noticed that if a guy gets screwed over by even one girl, he spends the rest of his life using that as an excuse to be a jerk to every other woman? Of course, women let themselves get screwed over again and again, and still keep trying. Usually because they think they can fix each guy they date."

"Well, at least we can make up our minds," the guy countered.

"Oh yeah," she said. "You make up your mind for the first month you date a girl and you're all into it, and then when it looks like there might be some comitment involved, you suddenly need a break and go back on everything you said at the beginning."

"Uh, well...I have nothing to say to that," the guy said.

"How about, wah, wah, wah. It's all that one girl's fault I dated when I was in high school who made me so jaded," the other college girl said. They were so awesome and funny. I'm sure the guy at our table was totally smitten with them. After they left, my friend D. said she thought what they said was pretty true.

"I know," I agreed. "And the crazy thing is, those girls were in their early twenties, and they figured that out before we had."

As is their usual fashion, my hot, crazy friends showed up a little before bar close. They had gone to the Sports Column and were still in shock from all the whackiness that happened there.

We chatted for a bit and then all waited inside of Pizza on Dubuque for a cab and watched some guy getting busted by the cops. I was really exhausted by that time. I basically went home and crawled into bed.

I woke feeling a little better, but by three in the afternoon, my migraine came back. So, I had to go through the whole routine I did on Saturday all over again. Ugh.

Now, I better get going, so I don't start the week out with another migraine.

8 comments:

dmarks said...

"The guy to the right is supposedly the inspiration for the Bill the Cat character in the Bloom County cartoons."

I hadn't thought of Bill that Cat for a while.

Did you ever see that old "Fax joke" going around that had "me at beginning of day" under a picture of Garfield and "me at the end of the day" under a picture of Bill the Cat?

dmarks said...

Oh. And here is your Obama icon:

http://img264.imageshack.us/img264/9606/oichurlwl0.jpg

Took all of about 40 seconds to make.

Pamela said...

Oh, so sorry. I had my own migraine issues. What's kinda funny/sad is that I only have one pill left and I was afraid to use it up - I have to go for a check up. Those damn doctors.

Susan said...

I did some interesting things this weekend but was equally mellow.

aliencg said...

I cooked for the family this weekend and that was about it. I had no migraines, so that's always good.

sissy said...

I also had a migrane all weekend and took drugs for it that made me feel tired and yucky until I felt better but it came back Fri,Sat and Sunday. It makes for a crappy weekend with out getting anything done.

laura b. said...

I'm glad you got some good times in, in spite of your migraines...dose bastahds!

And kudos to those smart 20-something girls. Wish I were that together on all the boy/girl stuff.

Churlita said...

DMarks,

I did see that. it was really funny.

Thanks for the link.

Pamela,

I've had that before when I've run out of pills and it was so sad. I hope you're feeling better too.

AlienCG,

That sounds like a nice mellow weekend.

Moy,

That's weird and sad that we basically had the same weekend.

Susan,

I can't wait to read about the interesting things you did this weekend.

LauraB.,

I know. I wish I had any knowledge about men when I was that age...Or now, even.