It was a busy Monday and I am paying the price for it today. I started yesterday off by driving my mom’s car to work, because my car had to go in to get an oil change at the VW dealer. It turns out the Jiffy Lube in Seabrook really messed something up when they changed my oil and I had to pay thirty dollars to correct the issue. Grrrrr!!! Work was okay yesterday, we are all quite interested in the upcoming war and have had a number of discussions about it. I left work at 5:30 because I forgot to go home after nine hours like I normally do, I need to set a reminder to tell me when to go home. Apparently it is a good thing I left when I did because at around eight I went online and a bunch of people were still at work, I am sure they will all be in great spirits this morning. On my way home I got a call from an old friend and met her for ice cream at Friendly’s, we only had ice cream, it has been so long since I have actually had a supermelt there. The turkey club supermelt is quite possibly the best grilled sandwich out there, yum. Turkey, cheese, bacon and thousand island dressing, what a great combination. Everything else there is just gross, so gross in fact they can’t even make it look good on the menu. I finally got home and watched some of the ski video again and then stopped it to watch Mr. Bush give us a time and date for the war. Apparently we will begin our quest for Sadaam at some point during BoCaNO, I am hoping we end up at a bar with a television. The war will probably be very distracting and I just hope we finally get to iron out the relationship hierarchy, especially the most recent debate over the “special friends” box, before it starts. So after our fearless leader finished speaking I went upstairs and practice the guitar and around ten decided to hit the hay (now that is a lame saying). My light wasn’t off more than five minutes when all of a sudden.

Ring, ring, ring!! I answered and it was Emily wondering if I wanted to join Becky, Melissa and her for a trip to Friendly’s. I thought a second and decided what the hell why not, I am sure to have a good time with these crazy kids. So I said sure and put on some clothes and waited for them to come and pick me up. We headed over to Friendly’s, luckily they were still open and I was able to have my second ice cream of the night. I decided on the Snickers sundae this time, just to mix it up a bit. It was a GOOD time, of course a lot of the times I was out of the loop since I don’t actually know most of the people they talk about, though I do know a lot of those peoples’ older siblings. We finished eating and paid the bill, which reminds me of how the waitress brought me back a ten dollar bill for change. Why do some waitresses only bring you back big bills? In most cases I think they do it to try and force you into a bigger tip. It is stupid just make it easier for me and you will receive a nice tip. We went out to the car and the girls asked me if I wanted to go and watch their senior class trip video over Melissa’s and I said sure. So we headed over there and on the way listened, danced and sang along to some Blues Traveler. Em you definitely get the award for best in car dance sequence. We actually had to drive around a little extra just to finish the song Hook. Their video was pretty funny, it was white water rafting in Maine. After the senior video we watched a AMS talent search video from 1997. The acts were terrible, well except the two Jackson 5 numbers ;o) I then realized how old I was since the girls were in seventh grade and I was a freshman at Maine when the video took place. Oh well, even if I am a good six years older, I still have a great time. At around one, it was time to go home and even the ride home was funny, because we had to drive through Woodsom Farm in the fog and I swear I saw the ghost of the farm. Thanks for calling me ladies, its always good times!!

Suck it in suck it in suck it in
If you’re Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn
Make a desperate move or else you’ll win
And then begin
To see
What you’re doing to me this MTV is not for free
It’s so PC it’s killing me
So desperately I sing to thee
Of love
-John Popper
Lyrics to Hook