Friday I stayed home and made progress in the "Mists of Avalon." Great book, but I'm unsure about some of its plot points and character motivations. Hope my book clubbers read the book and can discuss with me, but most of them merely saw the movie. I plan to put my foot down at the next meeting and force the girls to read more, drink less wine.
Saturday, went to Step, went to Coco's, and went to sell old clothes at thrift stores. Out of 608 items, they bought three totalling $11 in store credit. So I sell clothes and come back with more clothes.
Later, discuss evening's plans with Lisa with whom we are supposed to see Cowboy Mouth and Seven Nations. Turns out it's sold out, and her boyfriend wants to just sit at home instead of make alternate plans. This will be the second Saturday he's done this and Kev's peeved. He turned down the Aztecs game to go out with Lis and her boyfriend and now the boyfriend is being a pill. Quite selfish as Lisa always goes out with his friends, and he rarely, if ever returns the favor.
So, Kev and I go to the trendy Indigo Grill in Little Italy. This was a feat, since Kev does not believe in terms like "atmosphere," and "ambiance." We purchased our $10 drinks at the bar as we waited 20 minutes for the last 2-inch table on the patio. Turns out we had a great time, with interesting food (appetizer was grilled romaine with fig-jam flatbread; Kev also does not believe in calling common foods jacked-up names). And although Kev does not typically buy-in to having to "look a certain way" to eat at trendy restaurants he was concerned that his suede jacket was not 2-ply, but 1-ply, looking cheap and threadbare. After I assured him that this Christmas present from me was originally $275 (made-up amount) which ensures it had to be 2-ply, and I only got it for $29.99 in a major mark-down, he was visibly relieved, though a bit affronted that my present to him was 30 bucks.
We had a delightful time nonetheless and contrived to go to a karaoke bar afterwards with friends we hoped to set up. Karaoke bar was amusing (some HUGE musculary male behomoth about 60 years old took the stage amidst our predictions he'd sing some heavy-metal dirge and proceeded to warble "Purple Rain" like a nightingale. Later, when I complimented him on his performance and asked what he did for a living, he told me he "owned an empire.")
Sunday we went to breakfast (a la 2PM) with a friend of Kevin's, who then took me indoor rock climbing. This was hard and embarrasing, as had to wear a harness which criss-crossed my pelvis and as I was wearing tight work-out pants, it was like "Say Hi to my vagina everyone!" Then, "look at how this tight belt lifts and separates my fat so you see the important difference between butt fat, waist fat, and thigh fat!"
Then, when rock climbing was not near as easy as it looked, I swung from same harness halfway up the wall, causing it too feel like I had jumped on a bike from the top of a cliff.
Afterwards, Roxanne took me to some stairs by her house and suggested we run up them. A lot. I coulda died.
Then, we watched the Golden Globes.