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Not having a computer or cable really makes one feel … behind! Behind on news. Behind on goss. Just a general 2000-and-late feeling. Cable isn’t as much missed as my computer, though. I was going through some pictures last night, and then I was sad thinking about all the other pictures I had … on my computer 
Oh well. Maybe some things are better left just in memory. No physical evidence to challenge a thought. ohhhh
In other news, JP and I finally finished Season 1 of Lost. Without cable, we’ve been heading to the library for all of our viewing pleasures. I’m not sure why we picked Lost; probably because Disc 1 for Season 1 was in stock. Had to start somewhere, right? And I’m glad to see Matthew Fox in a successful series; I was a Party of Five fan. What’s more, I like watching all the scenes that are supposed to be taking place in Australia. The light switches aren’t like that in Australia. They Sydney Harbor doesn’t look like that!
Taking so much time between posts isn’t good. There are a hundred things I wanted to say, and in the end, I talk about tv shows and … mint ice cream. That’s the color we painted one of the bedrooms this weekend. Adios, Purple Room! Bedroom #2 was smeared with Harbor Aqua. My mom even came down to help us with the painting party, which was awesome! We were able to knock out both rooms in a day. We’ll have to go back and do some touching up - and to paint the trim - but it’s great to see new colors on the wall.
We had the pleasure of checking out Q. Tarantino’s latest film, Inglourious Basterds. And by pleasure, I mean 153 minutes that included smart and funny dialogue, Brad Pitt, drinking games, the girl from the National Treasure movies, shoot ‘em ups, and an incredible performance by Austrain-born Christoph Waltz - just to name a few things that kept my attention. In fact, I didn’t look at my watch phone once. Cheers to Tarantino!! And what’s more, I took my mom to see this movie!! Despite the Nazi-scalping and multiple f-bombs being dropped, I think she liked it 
In other news, I saw this picture of Jon Gosselin and had to post it:
I can’t even type what I really think when I see this, but I think it rhymes with ‘drool.’ Hahahaha!
I heart weekends. Who doesn’t?
Last weekend, we headed to the West Coast for a wedding in Palm Harbor, FL. While we were there, we got to check out Honeymoon Island, and it was a great state park.
This weekend, my brother & sister celebrated their anniversary!
We also got to enjoy a summer favorite – snorkling! Did I mention how much I love my underwater camera?! There’s a small reef directly behind the Breakers Hotel on Palm Beach, and it was filled with little fish 
What’s a weekend without some good food. The Kona Grill in City Place has “reverse happy hour” – and it rocks! This definitely counted as our “free” day on the diet
Crashed a wedding? Check. (At the Omni Hotel in Jacksonville.)
Crashed a class reunion? Check. (Awww, DB.)
I avoided my 10-year class reunion – and I have no regrets. I didn’t want to a) pay $100 to recreate prom but with an open bar, and b) go through the hum-drum of name dropping all the activities I’ve been up to in the last 10 years. Seriously. Why are we surprised when someone has 2 kids at 28? Or has become a lawyer, or a fireman? Or if a person has moved to a particular state? Just because they were a cheerleader doesn’t mean we should be surprised that they’re not still cheerleading.
Anywho, I think crashing someone else’s class reunion is a better deal. Nobody knows you. You can bullsh*t all you want. You can be a doctor or rock star, or struggling artist or surfer. Whatever. Of course, the people at the reunion I crashed knew me…sort of. I went to my bro/sis’ Class of 89′ DBHS reunion, so all their friends knew me. It was fun/ny to see their reaction as they probably remembered me something a la below (funny how that same haircut is quite en vogue now, huh!?). Yes, I’ve grown about 3 feet since you last saw me.
So, the class-reunion-that-wasn’t-my-own-class-reunion was fun. For one, I got to see CK2 who was in town from Portland, OR, and that’s always a good thing And, I didn’t have to delve more than 3″ into myself the whole night meaning I could stick to my drink and random discussions about random things. I listened to everyone talk about their jobs and kids and significant others, and how much they loved/hated each one a little bit. I got to see a lot of my brothers’ friends that I hadn’t seen in a long, long time.
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