A quest to make sense of it all. Or a sense to make a quest of it all.

Saturday, May 31, 2008

Good times and great oldies.

I'm sitting down in a house and there is nothing going on right at this moment.

*glances around uneasily*

Yeah. Feels weird. I've been in constant motion lately. Good motion, though:

-Last Saturday, Tamara bravely made the (so we thought) 14 hour drive from Buffalo to Corinth. The actual trip took nearly 20 hours, however, something we havn't yet been able to figure out, especially since she made the return trip in about 14. I stayed up through the duration of the trip here with her, periodically calling and texting and generally trying to keep her awake. She arrived, exhausted but cheerful, and we crashed for a few hours before heading to Memphis later that night to hang with Lindsey. As stated on Lindsey's blog, we crammed as much Memphis and Memphian food as we possibly could into our brief stay. We rode around downtown on the trolley and took a bunch of pictures (and of course they have posted theirs but I have not yet posted mine because I'm LAME), and then went to Quetzal for yummy ice-cream shakes. A hilarious re-telling of the hijinks there may be found here. Tamara and I headed back to Corinth on Sunday afternoon after dining with LT on some sinfully delicious cheese enchiladas and xongos (basically deep-fried cheesecake, a.k.a. orgasm on a plate). We got a little lost on the way back (don't ask; I still don't understand it) and TB rolled on to Savannah to chill with her familia. It was a short visit with my favorite ladies in the world, but an excellent one. You guys are da bomb and I had way more fun in less than 24 hours than I've had in months. Thanks.

-After running errands and doing domestic stuff like trying AGAIN to find the right person to go Frau Blucher on regarding the fuck-up of the stimulus check I was supposed to have already recieved, I packed another bag and drove down to Huntsville to spend the week with Jessica and her husband, Allen. Am I running from something, you ask? I don't know. I wondered that myself, but for the life of me, I can't figure out what it is. Granted, I'm lonely as all hell and was bummed about not being able to spend more time with PT and LT, but nothing really set me over the edge into a frenzied road-tripping mood (which has still not been sated). And not that driving from Corinth to Huntsville is much of a road trip. Hmmm. It's like a trial run. What I really want to do is just pile all my comfy jeans, my music, and my harmonica into my car and set sail (set tire? set wheel?) for the west coast, writing my ass off whenever I stop moving. And yeah, I said harmonica. I'm learning, ok? And ya'll aren't allowed to make fun of me. I'm not sitting at a campfire, watching tumbleweeds. I just like the sound. And it's a lot less likely to get damaged than the viola I've decided to start playing again.

-ANYWAY, so I arrived at Jessie and Allen's and we began dicussing plans for the week. I asked about shows and whatnot in and around Huntsville, and Allen reminded me that I had told them a couple weeks before that American Aquarium was supposed to be playing near them sometime toward the end of May. A quick Myspace check confirmed that they were playing in Sheffield that night, and Allen, being as big a fan as I am, issued a "hell yeah". So we went to the show. I'm not going to spend a lot of time talking about the show or the band, as my feelings are pretty plain in the post below. They rock. That's all I got.

-Spent the next couple days exploring Huntsville and praying to whoever is listening that I wouldn't run into my Ex. You know how everyone has that big Ex with a capital "E", the one you inexplicably can't hate 100% even though you know you'd probably be justified in arson because they're just that evil? Well mine is in Huntsvillle. Anyway, I didn't run into him, which is almost as big a miracle as the fact that I didn't get mowed down navigating crazy Alabama roads.

-Then...oh, then. Friday, Jessie and I dragged Allen to go see the Sex and the City movie. Let me just be still for a second. *sigh* Ok. It was perfect. I wouldn't have changed anything. Well, one thing. At the end when the credits rolled, I would have used the same credit-roll music that the series used on every episode. But that's it. I faithfully watched every episode of that show. I laughed when Samantha incorporated a chair and a bed simultaneously, and when Miranda flashed the wrong neighbor. I cried when Big shattered Carrie's heart-every time. I felt sick when Big married Natasha. I sniffled when Steve finally got through to Miranda and she realized that maybe she can believe. I totally choked up when Smith shaved his head for Samantha when she had to have chemo. And I bawled like a four-year old when Charlotte and Harry finally got their baby. I am invested in these characters. So I was understandably terrified that a movie version would only serve to fuck up perfection. IT DIDN'T. I can't imagine a better way to end it. I feel like I'm actually saying goodbye this time, but it's ok. We're all just moving on, girls.

-Now I'm back home, checking my Blogger and email and Myspace via a real desktop computer rather than my Crackberry, and I'm feeling tired and lazy.

But not so exhausted that I'm not starting another trip on Wednesday ;)


P.S. Can we please contact the visual department and see if we can't nail down a shot of someone actually writing their ass off? Do I know anyone who can draw, say, comics?

4 comments:

Holly said...

The harmonica is hard. Kudos for your effort. And I'm glad to hear you're cranking up the viola again. Even if it does read alto clef.

Jeff wants to see the SATC movie, so I guess we might go sometime. I'm a little ambivalent about it. AND I know less than half of the overall plot line from the series. Less than a quarter, really. Less than an eighth.

Where the heck are you going on Wednesday!?

casey said...

When does this road trip lead you here? We can lay out at the nude beach and sip fruitty drinks! Now when I say that people laugh I am seriously saying nude beach and not kidding we have one and its great at the ens not the front were its all sagging old balls! But I dont really like me enough to nude sunbathe so we can jsut go to the beach and possibly ramble on about nothings and drink! Let me know! Good luck with that harmonica!

sarah saint said...

The beach sounds AWESOME, Casey! Dunno about the nude one, though. lol I think I need a lot more courage and maybe some lipo.

I should come down there, for real. Maybe late summer?

casey said...

Im holding you to it for real found tickets from nasville for 69 each way! Wow what a number ;0 !! That was the smiles o face! Anyhoo come on chicka we can gator look mantee watch or just sit on my back porch and pretend we are really important! Whichever sounds most appealing!