Remember curling up on the couch with your mom when you were a kid to watch a nice old movie that was one of her favorites when she was young? The Sound of Music, Wizard of Oz, Pride & Prejudice (the Laurence Olivier/Greer Garson version)...? Someday, I'm totally going to do that with my kids too, only the film I will select is called Wayne's World. Seriously, I can't wait. I don't see how they couldn't like it. I can even picture the looks of loving admiration on my imaginary children's faces as I pretty much quote the lines word for word (A gun rack? I don't even own a gun, let alone many guns that would necessitate the use of an entire rack) throughout the entire movie. Not.

Em and I were joking on IM today about me always advocating for Wayne's World for future family movie nights, and the kids being like "Mo-om! Make me eat lima beans, or scrub the toilet with a toothbrush, but do not force me to watch that stinkin movie again." Little nephew Travie doesn't even know what he has to look forward to with his Auntie Megan.

My friend sent me a hilarious set of coasters (one of my many birthday treats from her. Thank you, Shannon!) that define the different states of drunkenness. I can't wait to show them off at my next cocktail party. Looking up the set online, I noticed there is also a British version which gives the definitions for shit-faced and squiffy. Squiffy. Fun!

I'm feeling a little bit boring and uninspired on the writing front this week, people. Lots going on, but not much to say. I've been to a wine tasting party, a fantasy party, a shopping adventure at Toys in Babeland, and I can't even muster up one good story. Pathetic.

I'm happy to report that my concert hiatus ends this weekend, and I'm going to see The Lashes (with The Divorce) on Friday and the much anticipated Nada Surf (with Rogue Wave) on Sunday. I'm ready, as this taking a break business is really starting to wear me down. My mind is dull, and I don't even feel like myself anymore. The only plus is that this state of bad provides me with a convenient excuse for my lame writing. Shannon said she can imagine me staring anxiously at concert calendars on my computer screen, sitting on my hands and talking myself down from clicking the 'purchase now' button. "I will not buy that ticket. I will not buy that ticket..."