Doing More Things

I guess I've been making up for lost time. Last weekend I decided that there were three positions in every day off, and I did things in each of them.

Saturday I had my Irish genealogy group.

Then I went to a bar in the middle of the day and saw my first band play for the first time in 30+ years. It was great to see everyone. I had hugs with all parties and a nice conversation with my old boyfriend. I've learned that most of us can relate to each other via our parents and their problems. Turns out that his mom has been a "vegetable" for ten years. His dad is 90 and is taking care of her. He mentioned that he had a friend with Stage IV cancer and that he could introduce him to mrguy.

Then off to the worst movie I've ever seen, Bikini Planet (2002). I got my favorite spot outside the theater. Shot on video, in black and white and color, on a $3,000 budget in local parks and such, Bikini Planet follows astronauts who go to Planet Boobula or somesuch. The Boobulans need more silicone, and when they hear about Silicon Valley, hijinks ensue. There's a DeLorean and zzzzzzzzz. Wow it sucked but wasn't UNentertaining. There were many burst out loud moments. A film buff at work pointed out that the difference between the filmmaker and us is that he has completed a film and we have not. True dat. The director was sitting in front of us and cracking wise much of the time. Apparently in order to find buxom ladies to act in his film he went to a Learning Annex class about breaking into the porn industry, taught by Nina Hartley. He paid his thirty bucks, walked in and the room was all men! His neighbor and his gardener had featured roles, as astronauts.

I did not stay for the post-screening Q&A.

Sunday I did my writing group for an hour, went for a walk with tiny but mighty (pictured with some lemons and dog doo, and then had sumo with clam. She gave boy kitten a good brushing.

At the end of the weekend I really felt like I'd done something!