Thanks For the Day Off, Veterans!

I know some of you might be wondering why I chose to spend the summer kickoff weekend in Rock-chester and not here in my own 'hood. The truth is, it didn't matter in the least that I was 6 hours away- it's all about the people you're spending time with (or is it all about the Benjamins? Whatevs). So without any further musings, the Flour City MemDayWeekend Breakdown:

Got out there Thursday night and headed to some crazy location called 12 Corners* for some udon noodle bowls, then ate and hung out with BrickWindow boy and one of his Roch associates. (Who looks very much like Simon from Firefly. Weird.) After a full day of work, that long-ass drive, and a bunch of coconut milk, I was ready for some serious sleep.

Friday a.m. I really tried to sleep in, but once my eyes were open there was no going back to sleep. It seems all the birds of upstate NY have decided to nest right outside of The Boy's window. So I decided to be brave and venture out on my own to find a Montana Mills bakery to get some coffee. Luckily, it's only one road and I made it there and back without getting lost and and having to make an embarassing call to The Boy at work. Watched some tivo'd shows with The Boy's roommate and plotted ways to abduct his cranky-cutie cat, Katie. Once the Boy got back from work (oh, work**), we met some people for dinner at Mex, where I promptly lost one of my earrings, causing the waitress to dive onto the floor under our table amidst chip remnants and salsa drippings. Props to your fortitude, waitress. Earring found, we headed back for a little nap to gear up for some X-Men action. The movie was disappointing in many ways, but was made exponentially worse by the idiots surrounding us in the theater. The dude in front of us had his stupid blinking bluetooth headset on during the movie and insisted on text messaging people until The Boy politely told him to cut the crap.

On to Saturday, which was spent gathering up items for the MemDay Cookout. We attempted to go to the Public Market for some corn on the cob action, but were mobbed by people buying $1 peonies, so we gave up and headed to my own personal heaven, Wegmans. (No offense, Trader Joes, you're still my fave.) The cookout itself was so much fun and I got to match some names with faces, everyone was great. Also, beer + hotdogs = brilliance. Once the weather turned cool, we moved it inside for Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture face-off and we got schooled by the opposing team. Apparently my extensive knowledge of Aaron Spelling and mullets was not enough to pull out a win.

Sunday = California Rollin' sushi, a fusion of flavors the likes of which I had never experienced. Tempura'd shrimp with Dino BBQ sauce? Yes, thanks. It also included a trip to the Eastman House Gallery (archival home of the original Star Wars and Wizard of Oz footage) and then on to my latest craze, Katamari Damacy for PS2. If you haven't seen this game, may I suggest getting off your lazy tush and renting it immediately? Your eyes and ears will thank me. Inchling Prince= cutest ever.

Monday was breakfast on Park Ave. and some basic hanging about as I stalled on my departure time. Finally I had to suck it up and get back in the car from hell; luckily, I still had about 4 hours of the Bad Twin novel to listen to on my iPod. Unluckily, the story pretty much sucked.

So that was my weekend. Pretty complete in its awesomeness. I did miss a putt-putt tournament*** while I was gone, as well as marching bands and baton twirlers blocking my road for 4 hours, but I'll just have to work through the pain of missing the excitement. I'm sure most people are a little bitter about the return to work after a long weekend of faux-summer fun, and I would be too... except I only have about a month left before the glory of a real summer vacay. ROCK.



*I only saw 4 of the elusive 12 corners. I guess it's like the Enchanted Forest in the Legend of Zelda? North, west, south, west.
**It was nice to get a glimpse what the summer would be like, with others going off to work and me sitting on my duff watching The Office and Scrubs.
***You suckas are lucky I wasn't there to kick ass in the tourney. And you know this.