Goodness, I have gadded about this weekend.
On Friday, as you know, if you are one of the .07 people who reads this blog on Saturday, I went to Charlotte to see The Fireman.
I do not know why he is on fire. I guess because there is no way I could draw a fireman's helmet.
Then yesterday I schlepped to Raleigh to see Daniel Boone, aka Sir Walter Raleigh.
Anyway, today my tour of North Carolina continues as I traipse to Winston-Salem to see my little artist friend Charlie, who is 28.
That is Charlie dressed as an infant, wrapped in a blue blanket with a pacifier. Because I am good at the drawing. Note my hair keeps getting worse as this weekend gets chaotic-ker. Chaotic-ker is a totally fine word.
I took the dogs to daycare for the weekend because I felt sorry for them because I was never gonna be around. Let me go look at the webcam right now to see what they're up to…
Ohhh! They're both following the girl around who cleans up the pee. Maybe they miss me. I can't pick them up till 3:00–the place is not officially open till then. Can you imagine? They are open 3:00 till 5:00 on Sundays. There are some reasonable hours.
Anyway, so seeing Daniel Boone was really fun and we are SO MUCH BETTER OFF as friends. Did I mention we are exactly alike? Did I mention the part where we think we're hilarious is the same, and where we each have 949304 stories is the same, and our neurotic parts are the same? We would have been a disastrous couple.
I took this picture of Sir Walter Raleigh while we were walking around, and I made it the picture that pops up should Daniel Boone call me on my cell phone. So now every time I think of him I will picture him in his pantaloons accented by a snazzy belt.
We went to the museum where we liked all the same things and hated all the same things, and then to lunch…
We saw three men who were clearly dressed for a wedding, unless they just stroll around on a hot Saturday in tuxes and boutonnieres all the time. I mean, it's our state's capitol. Maybe people are fancier there. Anyway, they were eating at Jimmy John's, which cracked us up.
My theory is the wedding was one of those annoying affairs where the church part was at, say, noon and the reception was at 6:00 or something. If you did this on your wedding day I am sorry to offend but that is annoying. You have to hang out in your dress-up clothes, or decide if you want to take OFF the dress-up clothes and put them back on again. You can KIND of do something else but you have no REAL time because in a few hours you have to go to the reception. It messes up the whole day. Have the entire thing in one chunk.
Wedding planning by June. Because her own marriage was a rousing success.
At any rate, D. Boone and I had a wonderful time and I didn't even feel like kissing him at the end of the afternoon or anything. We really have segued to the friends part. So, yay.
Oh, and my Uncle Leo is back in my home town and my mother saw him yesterday. I should have just driven over there. Anyway, he is weak and his color is still off but he was in good spirits because he is always in good spirits. I was thinking maybe I would interview him about the whole thing for this blog, because I want to hear about India and vomiting 86 times post-India and what a hospital in New York is like. I mean, are the nurses more fashionable? Were the bagels good at breakfast? Is the hospital bill gonna be extra-super-expensive because it's New York?
These and other important Qs burn in my brain.
Your roaming pal,