I’m fine, really. Been busy, is all. I had visitors last weekend, and we had 2 parties, a wine festival, and drag brunch to go to. This weekend was NASCAR and watch Monkey run my parents ragged.

Plus there was the whole pulling my abdominal muscles so badly that I couldn’t move for three days. And then on Sunday? Stomach flu. Which really sucked, as a friend from Raleigh was traveling through on Monday and I couldn’t meet up for lunch. Because of the not being able to eat and the not wanting to make others sick.

Today, I am sick of the rain but also hoping it continues so that softball is cancelled. Is that wrong?

So, yesterday I was in kind of a crappy mood. Ok, so it actually started the night before. Y’all know that I am on the board of the local chapter of a big community service/leadership organization, right? (Right, because I just told you. Please try and keep up.) Well, at our board meeting Tuesday, I got into it with two of my fellow board members, one for complaining about the number of events we have when she doesn’t go to them (meaning, I fail to see how us having more events that you don’t go to impacts you.), and one for wanting to develop a contingency plan in case another board member (not at the meeting) offends someone. (This particular board member, who is a very close friend of mine, can be very abrasive. It’s not personal, he’s just abrasive.) I was of the opinion that maybe we should wait until it happens and then tell him to shut up and go away. (He would. Shut up and go away I mean.)

Yesterday, slight argument with Bud. As he put it, “We were both a bit Grr.” True that. (No worries, all is well.)

So, I forced myself to go to the gym last night. Made me feel better.

Then I got home and discovered the broken garbage disposal.

But hey! The universe was all, “I’m sick of your bad mood crap.” So, first there was Zoot's post about her Dad, which totally and completely made me cry at work. Then I found out a friend of mine was in a car accident; someone on a suspended license backed into him while he was waiting at the drive-thru. (OK, truthfully that was a little bit funny. The car is a bone of contention between us. Well, just with me, since said person has no idea, but still, sucks for the car, glad my friend is ok, and wee tiny bit of serves you right dance.) And then, the very worst news of all: I found out a good friend of mine has cancer. (We are very hopeful that it will be completely removed next week.)

Universe, how about leaving my friends alone now? Kthxbye.

The Weekend
The weekend started out with Happy Hour at Sasha’s house. Afterwards, I went to see Wolverine. (OK, fine. X-Men Origins: Wolverine. I enjoyed it*, but I believe there were some inconsistencies with the earlier/later films.

Saturday was the Race for the Cure. Now, I always enjoyed the Raleigh Race for the Cure, which went through a neighborhood. The neighborhood embraced it; there were always sprinklers, kids with SuperShooters, and usually there were singers in front of the church. Richmond? Different story. The walk started downtown (empty on a Saturday morning) and went down major roads through a mostly industrial area. Boring. Also, at the first water stop they had run out of water and the second had run out of cups. We were in the middle of the pack of walkers. After we’d crossed the second bridge (the Lee Bridge, heading towards downtown for anyone familiar with Richmond) there was a group of pro-lifers on the sidewalk. Their message? Abortion leads to breast cancer. Wha? Also, their posters had pictures of aborted fetuses. AT A FAMILY FRIENDLY EVENT. I moved close to the posters to help block them from view of the 8-10 year old girl walking near us. My friend thought I was going to argue with the protesters, but I pointed out that arguing with the ignorant is always an exercise in futility.

Sunday morning we went and saw Mommie Dearest. Yes, as a part of their “Movies and Mimosas” series, that is what the theater was playing on Mother’s Day. Some people brought their moms, which: awesome.
Went to the driving range later. Offered Apple sunblock, failed to put it on myself. So, wee bit of burnt. Lessons: Always wear sunblock. Also, go to the driving range more.

That night a friend of ours had a cookout (at which another friend asked me why I was there. I’ve since told him that he needs to not do such things.) so that we could all watch the History Channel’s Angels and Demons special together.

Yes, I do realize that makes us all dorks. But, we’re cool with that.

*Possibly because of copious amounts of nearly naked/naked Hugh Jackman plus Taylor Kitsch (clothed the entire time, but still: pretty.)

Oh, Facebook. How I love you. And yet, loathe you.

See, I like keeping up with my actual friends. The ones I know in real life, and the ones that I only know from the interwebs. (Oh, blogfriends. Blogfriends are good.)

However, people I knew in High School? Especially the people who didn’t talk to me for my last two years of High School? Yeah, I could skip them.

I could also skip the people from high school who only talk about their kids in their status updates. (Actually, I could skip all people who do that. It’s called maintaining your own identity. Try it sometime.)

Other things I don’t need to know:

• Your stance on vaccination. Mostly because if you are talking about it, you are anti-vaccination. Which, FYI? Polio = Bad.
  
• Your political opinion, if you insist on implying mine is stupid while telling stories of how someone mentioned Obama and it made you “giggle.” Especially if the reasons for your opinion are solely religious.*
  
• Actually, your religion. Sorry, don’t care.
  
• Also, how much you miss your boyfriend. Text that shit, don’t write it on his wall. Also, learn to survive three days without your boyfriend.
  

Mostly, if I don’t know you in real life, you’ve been put on my “Limited Profile” meaning you can see my basic info. No wall posts, no status updates, no pictures. Also, I’ve hidden you from my news feed. There are a few exceptions, people who I remember fondly or who’ve made witty comments on posts or are witty in their own posts.

But, for the most part, if I haven’t spoken to you in 16 years, I really have no need to do so now.

*This person was unfriended and subsequent friend requests were ignored. Look, you can have your own opinion, but when you start treating other people as stupid for their own, that’s not cool and it doesn’t make you look good.

Tuesday I went to DC with Apple and her mom. Last time Apple and I had gone to DC we decided we’d head back to visit the Crime & Punishment Museum and the International Spy Museum. We decided we’d go when her mom was visiting. (Her mom lives in Fredericton, New Bruswick.)

Tuesday we headed up, metro, lunch, and finally, Crime Museum. We were in there for a little over three hours- it was fabulous. (Also fabulous? DC Museums on a Tuesday.) Really good exhibits, a lot of interactive stations, and just interesting. There were also pirates! The Spy Museum (full disclosure: I’ve been there before.) paled in comparison. I mean, it was interesting enough, but the other was just more interesting. And did not have a wild group of thirteen year-olds running about.

We had a lovely dinner at a pub near the Verizon Center of which I shall upload the picture I took of the dessert menu- lots of offerings with beer.

On Thursday a friend and I decided that we’d go see Carbon Leaf at the 9:30 Club in DC on Friday. If you look at their tour schedule, you’ll note that they’ll be in Richmond this Saturday. Alas, I will not, so this was really my only chance to see them. (Unless I go crash with Phoebs and see the Londonderry show. Hmm..) It was a good trip, except for the fact that we had planned upon eating there, which didn’t work out because the food was a.) unappealing and b.) not well-designed for eating whilst standing. Also of note: club is in a somewhat sketchy neighborhood. Elizabeth insisted upon taking us down side roads instead of main roads. We do not know why Elizabeth was mad at us.