posted by
the_dala at 08:38pm on 10/04/2005
I was missing in action for most of the weekend because a. Vanessa's sister Val (yay Val!) and her friend Amanda came down on Friday and b. I shlepped home yesterday evening in order to sign the tax forms we all forgot about until last week.
Friday night we watched "Napoleon Dynamite," which still cracks me up the third time around. Ness and I were both giggling at stuff two minutes before it happened. Saturday, since the weather was nice, we drove up to Annapolis. There was wandering around and shopping and picture-taking at the harbor and the best reuben ever in life (Galway Bay, if you're ever in the area; it's fantastic), but mostly, the appeal of Annapolis can be summed up in four words: The U.S. Naval Academy. If that isn't sufficient for you, let me give you two more words: Dress. Uniforms. We went, we saw, we gawked. Ness and Val rolled down Capitol Hill. A little boy informed me that the cannon next to us didn't work anymore, but it used to shoot all the way across Church Circle. As we were leaving, we drove past not one, not two, but a group of ELEVEN young men in beautiful Navy blue. Figures. We managed not to go across the Bay Bridge this time, though, which is a vast improvement.
At home, I lazed around and knitted (knit?) and watched movies. Nothing much to report there. I'm currently putting off writing my Modern Religious Thought paper, provided with distraction in the form of a fic bunny from
hannahrorlove. Coooooookies.
And, ashamed to admit this though I am, I've got...a contemporary country song stuck in my head. Vanessa drove on Saturday. That should explain it. But I really, really like this one song, so if anybody has it, could you send it over? "I May Hate Myself in the Morning" by...*googling* Lee Ann Womack? Really? Awww, man...
Friday night we watched "Napoleon Dynamite," which still cracks me up the third time around. Ness and I were both giggling at stuff two minutes before it happened. Saturday, since the weather was nice, we drove up to Annapolis. There was wandering around and shopping and picture-taking at the harbor and the best reuben ever in life (Galway Bay, if you're ever in the area; it's fantastic), but mostly, the appeal of Annapolis can be summed up in four words: The U.S. Naval Academy. If that isn't sufficient for you, let me give you two more words: Dress. Uniforms. We went, we saw, we gawked. Ness and Val rolled down Capitol Hill. A little boy informed me that the cannon next to us didn't work anymore, but it used to shoot all the way across Church Circle. As we were leaving, we drove past not one, not two, but a group of ELEVEN young men in beautiful Navy blue. Figures. We managed not to go across the Bay Bridge this time, though, which is a vast improvement.
At home, I lazed around and knitted (knit?) and watched movies. Nothing much to report there. I'm currently putting off writing my Modern Religious Thought paper, provided with distraction in the form of a fic bunny from
And, ashamed to admit this though I am, I've got...a contemporary country song stuck in my head. Vanessa drove on Saturday. That should explain it. But I really, really like this one song, so if anybody has it, could you send it over? "I May Hate Myself in the Morning" by...*googling* Lee Ann Womack? Really? Awww, man...
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