Weekend Wrap-Up

Too exhausted to write paragraphs, so you’re getting bullets again:

Friday

  • Tried a new Dorie recipe for Caramel Crunch Bars (coming soon).
  • Cleaned my apartment.
  • Received and responded to an email from Computer Guy asking how my speech went.
  • Went to sleep.

Saturday

  • Woke up at 8:00 (too early for a weekend) and met up with Jen to drive down to Marisa’s house in Orange County. While at her house, I received a phone call from my sister telling me that she and her boyfriend just had breakfast at Jinky’s in the Valley and sat next to The Ex and his [not pretty] wife (my sister’s boyfriend said she looked like “a rotten banana,” not sure what the means exactly, but it doesn’t sound good.) The Ex didn’t recognize my sister–I think the last time he saw her was 10 years ago, when she was in high school, and my sister didn’t say hi because it wasn’t until she and her boyfriend peaked at the name on the credit card receipt that she was sure it was him.
  • The scoop: The Ex looked miserable during breakfast and was fighting with his wife who, after looking at her Palm Pilot, declared that after breakfast they had to pick up dry cleaning; he said wanted to stay home and do nothing. Apparently she said to him, “You did that for four hours yesterday. You’re married to me now, things are different.” Rawr.
  • Two The Ex sightings in one week. Weird.
  • Spent the afternoon in OC. Had lunch then went to Babies R Us, Party City, and Target to buy baby shower paraphernalia.
  • Drove back to LA.
  • Met up with my mom and sister and learned my sister put in an application for an apartment two blocks from mine. In the same building I’ve been telling her to look at for five years. Note to younger sisters: listen to your older sister.
  • Went for sushi and to Bed Bath and Beyond with my mom and sister.
  • Drove with my sister to Union Station to put my mom on the 10:10 train down to Solana Beach.
  • Came home and crashed.

Sunday

  • Got into it on the phone with my Little’s mom because she wanted to take my Little to a festival that began at 11:00 even though I told her I would be at their house at 11:15.
  • Drove from my apartment in Hollywood down to Pico-Robertson to pick up my Little.
  • Drove to the Magic Castle in Hollywood, passing my apartment on the way.
  • Had a fun, albeit rushed and disorganized time, at the Magic Castle.
  • Learned Fox 11 news guy Phil Shuman was a Big. I didn’t get a chance to meet him though.
  • Chatted with the cute Big from the last event (he came up and started chatting with me again).
  • Sat next to Cute Big during a magic show and told him about my baking business and gave him a business card under the guise of ever needing baked goods. I have no idea if he has a girlfriend, is interested, likes sweets, or got the hint. I think he and his Little are going to the next group event (tennis!) in two weeks, so hopefully I’ll see him there.
  • Following the last performance, devised plan to wait in long valet line with Cute Big.
  • Plan was thwarted when my Little realized she lost her cell phone, which I told her to leave in the car. Fortunately she didn’t lose her iPod or $500 camera which were both also in the pocket her cell phone fell out of. (What the hell?)
  • Searched throughout the castle, left my information with the man in charge, and returned to the valet line to find Cute Big gone and my Little in a bad mood.
  • Drove back to Pico-Robertson to drop my Little off.
  • Drove back to Hollywood to go home.
  • Received a phone call from my Little’s mom asking me the phone number of the Magic Castle because she needs to know where the $350 cell phone is. Like I have the Magic Castle on speed dial.
  • Had words with my Little’s mom because she was appalled I didn’t know the exact time the cell phone went missing.
  • Got home tired, pissed off, and not wanting to do laundry.
  • Looked for Cute Big on MySpace, Friendster, and Jdate, and couldn’t find him on any site. This must mean he doesn’t really exist, right?

The end.

I need another weekend, or at least another day, to do stuff for me. Because … next weekend I have to make goodies for the baby shower, host the shower (along with Jen and Marisa), then head down to San Diego for Mother’s Day.

12 Comments »

Dawn

May 6th, 2007 | 5:35 pm

Ack! Sounds like a busy and hellish weekend. Hopefully tomorrow will be a light work day so that you can refresh. Or you can call in sick and do laundry.

Lady S

May 6th, 2007 | 6:16 pm

What a sucky way to end a weekend. Glad you got to see Cute Big again.

Hope you find some time to do laundry soon.

Rebecca

May 6th, 2007 | 7:10 pm

Eek — it’s weekends like this that make you glad that it’s Monday again. What a way to start the week…

Am glad that you got to see Cute Big again though…

Essie

May 6th, 2007 | 7:53 pm

Love the good news about the Cute Big. But what is a kid doing with all that expensive electronic gear and why does she need to bring all of it on an outing with you? OK, the phone & camera, but the iPod? Oh, right, it’s L.A. My bad.

Sorry for all the snafus, but sounds like a nice, busy weekend.

Ana

May 6th, 2007 | 8:36 pm

So, if you don’t mind me asking.. the place your sister put in an application for - is it a 1bedroom for less than 1000? (I promise I wont go and apply too. I won’t be looking for a while).

Next weekend will be here soon enough!

Barbara E.

May 7th, 2007 | 5:19 am

“Rotten banana”. Hee hee hee. Gotta love a good sister.

ROn

May 7th, 2007 | 5:36 am

Ah, yes, needing a weekend to recover from the weekend. I think I know that one. Nothing like being married, however, to have to plan Mother’s Day for TWO mothers!

What is it with this little? Who can afford to buy the $1000+ in electronics? Maybe that’s why she needs a Big? Something is quite wrong with this picture, but I am not going to pry into her life details. Needless to say, it’s not an L.A. thing, but a scenario that plays out tragically all across the country. Does the Big Brother/Big Sister program include mentoring on financial management?

I do like the “rotten banana” thing. Right up there with “rat-faced tennis player,” if you excuse an obscure literary reference.

So Computer Guy isn’t history yet?

Ari

May 7th, 2007 | 11:17 am

that you wake up at 8am on a Saturday saddens me to no end. I woke up at noon. How do we even know each other?!?

pox

May 7th, 2007 | 2:01 pm

Your Little’s mom sounds as if she could use a merciless thrashing about the head and ears. At the very least, give her a hearty “fuck you” for me.

Jessica

May 7th, 2007 | 4:21 pm

Maybe the iPod was a gift? It’s hard for me to begrudge a kid that age, with a home life that’s probably tough, some tunes. I used to go all over the place with my Walkman at her age.

H

May 7th, 2007 | 4:27 pm

She has a godfather who buys her lots of cool stuff, but that’s a whole other story.

Dave

May 7th, 2007 | 10:45 pm

It’s for the bride.

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