2.23.2006

fine, do not leave europe, asia, or the americas!

well, last night was strange. i don't know where to begin. probably somewhere close to the beginning. that'd probably be nice. so sit back and be prepared for the longest story i have ever told.

tuesday night, my dad told me that we might not make it to the game on time on wednesday. i immediately went from "little late" to "we're probably not even going." he said he'd call at noon the next day. he didn't. but kirstie came over. and we did...nothing. we barely spoke. we watched some tv. we mainly just sat around thinking about what we could be doing. and cleaning out my drawers (she started it, for the record.) so 5 o clock comes around, and dad's not home, so i'm not really holding my breath at this point. but he picks us up at about 6:55 (5 minutes before the game starts..in Atlanta....20-30 minutes away...) but it was fine, since we were on our way, and i was happy.

i had mapquested where we were going. i had the directions all neatly written out. but no. wasn't good enough for my daddio. he called kirstie's dad and got directions to turn LEFT on to the international highway. we're driving for about 40 minutes before he realizes that he missed it. we can't turn around, because traffic is horrible. by 7:40, we give up hope. we are not getting to this basketball game, and that's all there is to it. but we decide to get a paper and check out the movies playing around there. we go to waffle house and eat. we find a movie theater playing cheaper by the dozen 2 (shutup) and decide to try and find it.

yeah. we never found that theater. i think they just put the add in the paper to mess with us, honestly. we looked, though. my dad stopped by a pizza hut (the theory being that they would know where we were going, since they DELIVER PIZZA.) that was probably the most exciting thing, because we saw a hispanic jay leno. it was fantastic. kirstie and i were giddy by then, and screaming "jay leno!!" a lot. but it was fun.

so we found A theater. not the one we were looking for. since we're still on our quest for cheaper by the dozen 2, we go past that one and keep hunting. but we notice something, perhaps the scariest thing of all. we are right beside three different wachovias. in the vicinity of 7 different starbucks. 3 different papa john's. 4 publixes. it was like the same city viciously repeating over and over, trying to confuse us.

we eventually turned into a strip mall place with a kohl's. we looked and looked, and went around to the other side of the building and saw (get ready) another kohl's. there was a sign that said cinema. where's the cinema, we wondered. well, i'll tell you where it was. it was hidden. behind the sign that said cinema. we had to hunt for it. and then we realized that it wasn't the theater either. but we didn't care. we had the choice between pink panther, nanny mcphee, and when a stranger calls (what is with all of these horrible movies lately?) we left it up to dad, but when he went up to the person and said, "3 for pink panther, please," we cringed. went inside, got some dippin' dots (yes. there was a dippin dots machine. and it was wonderful.) , and went into the movie.

those were the most uncomfortable seats in my life. and the movie? it was one of those movies that was so stupid, it was actually a little bit funny. out of context, that it.

after the movie, we were laughing uproariouslyas we rode past the two different kohl's, screaming bloody murder. but we turned around and saw a news van, a video camera, and a man with an umbrella speaking into the video camera (i'm sure we made it to national tv. with voices like ours, how couldn't we?)

we got lost. again. so we asked a gas station guy. i swanny to gah, we must have pulled over 8 times through the course of the night. we'd be going down the right road, but my dad would get all paranoid and decide to turn around. then, when he'd ask, the guy would tell him that we were going on the right road, rendering him (essentially) useless. we got home at about 1 in the morning.

but no. my night doesn't end there. went up to my room (quoting the pink panther the whole time), stayed there for a little while, and then chris joined us. chris. chris was high. and he smelled like ass. and it was not very pleasant, because chris has very grating laughter. and yeah.

we finally went to bed at around 3. i woke up at 8 (of course.) and let kirstie sleep till 11. and we've been playing basketball for the majority of the day.

today and yesterday have been the weirdest days i can ever recall. ever.

thank you for your patience. i appreciate it from the bottom of my...heart.

**yeah. i made a lot of grammatical/spelling errors. i'm tired. shutup.

2 comments:

C.K. said...

thank goodness- i thought i'd been given the cold shoulder, but where the heck was everyone else, i wonder?

Simone said...

I don't think you could pay me to see that new crap they claim to be Pink Panther. Nothing, NOTHING could replace Peter Sellers.

Please tell me you've seen the original.