Sunday, February 27, 2011

Dante's home inferno and other tales from the trenches

Rather knackered tonight after a weekend with the Marthas. Being the one who most values her personal sleeping space, I opted for the pullout couch rather than crawl into one of the beds with a fellow Martha. It was not a pillow-top chesterfield.

Very happy we opted to see The King's Speech on Friday night. I think it's the only film to win anything tonight that I actually saw this year. It really was far more interesting than a film about speech pathology had any right to be.

Drove around all weekend with a penis drawn in the dirt on the passenger's side of the urban assault vehicle. Shortly after checking into the hotel on Friday evening, some stealthy artist evidently thought my ride needed a little personalizing. The Marthas were far more pleased about this than they should have been.

Got my ass kicked at Parcheesi by a defensive player, of all things. The other pathologically aggressive player in the game was so busy attacking me (for which of course I had to retaliate) that we didn't even notice that little sneak waltzing right in between us to win.

Was very surprised by the powerful play we watched on Saturday. The panel discussion that followed was an important addendum to the experience. Details, and a review of sorts, to come.

Lasted for less than an hour at the Home Show. Even though I managed to avoid be sham-wowed, slap-chopped, or magic-mopped, I simply could not handle being a sheeple in a slowly shuffling crowd of thousands of other sheeple. It was how I imagine hell to be.

Going to bed. Smoochie boochies.

9 comments:

Wandering Coyote said...

Sounds like awesome times, Barb. I enjoy some of those home-show type thingies but it depends on the crowds. The tattoo convention was a little much, in retrospect.

BeckEye said...

I think Banksy did the penis on your vehicle.

Allison said...

Sounds like you had quite an enjoyable weekend, and wisely left the home show before it was too late. Only thing worse than a home show to me would be a bride show. *shudders*

Sean Wraight said...

So let me get this straight. You find a heart on your shower door... A penis on your vehicle...

Either the universe is sending you a message or someone is reminding you to sign your organ donor card.

Glad you had fun with the Marthas and the Home Show didn't do irreparable though.

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Barbara Bruederlin said...

It was simply overwhelming for me, WC. The rest of the Marthas, I am told, stayed for another 4.5 hours after I left. But they are all masochistic.

I wouldn't be surprised if he did, Beckeye, it was masterfully rendered.

*shudder* You just upped the ante immeasurably, Al. I would have to be plastered, comatose or dead to live through a bridal show.

I'd better check to make sure I have the correct information on my donor card, Sean. Clearly the PSA on my vehicle was intended for someone else.

27thstreet said...

I've never played Parcheesi but it sounds like a lot of fun!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

It's a great game, Mr Anchovy, very simple but with loads of room for strategic moves.

bloody awful poetry said...

Please tell me you managed to get a picture of your penis-doodle-adorned vehicle?

Barbara Bruederlin said...

D'Oh! That's why I need you around to advise me, BAP! (It was fairly standard-looking.)