Here's another fun edition of "This Past Weekend."
So, without further ado...
This past weekend, I:
Ate two bowls of cereal and applesauce for dinner Friday night and watched the "Scariest Places on Earth" on Fox Family. Damn, I love that show.
But it's very unsatisfying b/c you never get to see anything really scary happen. Just a bunch of folks screaming in historic haunted places. Like, for instance, the Ordonza family of Southern California was recruited to "investigate" paranormal happenings at Abbey Luceido in Northern Italy, and apparently found some evidence (like, the letters D-I-E (spelled backwards though) appeared "written" on a mirror)...BUT it was so dark and there was a lot of false scares and stuff, that it was hard for the viewer (i.e. me) to see anything substantial.
As you might ascertain, the show is about real families sent to some of the world's most haunted places to see if they can survive a night in the locale.
I signed my family up, but those bastard show producers haven't called me yet.
After my show, I went to sleep.
I am a loser-dork.
Saturday: I arose early to take a hike. It was hot. I got tired.
Afterwards, I came home and ate two pieces of toast with jam, an omelette with everything, and I mean everything, three pieces of veggie sausage, and two cups of coffee with sugar and cream. Two hours later, I had peanut butter ice cream with a Reese's PB cup in it; and two hours after that I had bread with proscuitto sauce, a plate of pasta, Kev's left-over plate of pasta, and our friend Dee's pasta remnants. I begged for dessert, but those blankity-blank wise-ass friends of mine, said no way.
At home, I had a creamsicle and watched more dumb TV.
Sunday: breakfast at the Veggie Zone (tofu ranchero omelette, english muffin, black beans); a walk through Hillcrest City Festival; a movie ("The Others": good old-fashioned ghost story); a large helping of PB ice cream w/Reese's PB; eggplant parmagiana, tomatoes with goat cheese and basil, cauliflower and spinach salad; a creamsicle.
Yes, it is the time of the month you think it is.