Good weekend. Goooooood… weekend.
October 4th, 2004 | by Scott Jennings |Hey, how ’bout a blog-style, “this is what I did over the weekend” post? Ready? Ok!
I slept on Friday night, didn’t I? Yeah, I’m pretty sure. I don’t go out on Fridays, since that’s when the crazy people go out, and I’m usually tired from work and whatnot, you know. And I had to rest up.
Saturday morning, Austin and Ryan and I went to Southpoint to go clothes shopping for Rossenheidi’s wedding. We heard of a massive sale at Hecht’s on the radio on the drive over — one of those serendiptious “oh, not a commercial, let me reach for the dial, oh, wait!” moments that are sometimes used as plot devices in poorly written entertainment. I got a nice tie and a shirt that ended up not fitting well because I tried on one shirt and didn’t like the color so I got a different shirt that was the same size but it didn’t fit when I got home. Lesson learned: never try.
The wedding itself was absolutely beautiful, and anyone who would make fun of me or tell people to take pictures of me showing emotion can suckle gently upon my balls, assholes. But reality was broken when the pastor made a little speechification on how marriage is like improv and shit, and that basically took me out of it. Cutesy, but awkward. (Although it would have been awesome if Zach did what I suggested and yelled out “shoulda said!” when Ross said “I will.” Instant hilarity!) Still, I’ll never forget Ross’s full-on dopey-ass ginormous grin during his recessional with his beautiful bride. I’ve never seen a man so happy.
Cruised over to the reception for a little bit afterwards, had a nosh, kibbitzed for a little while. I only stayed for a hour and a half or so, long enough to eat little fruits and touch the bride and groom and tell them how beautiful they are. I totally ditched on my promise to dance with CeCe, but she was better off with undamaged feet.
I hopped in the T-bird for the two hour trip to Greenville to hang out with my Katy. I booked us in the Hampton Inn for the wonderful luxury of the king-sized bed (which one day will be mine), although we resisted the temptation to build a fort. (It just didn’t look structurally feasible with the furniture we had.) But the high speed Internet wasn’t working, which was a huge bummer, and the soda machines didn’t take dollar bills, and it’s those little shits that’ll sour you on a hotel. So boo, Hampton Inn of Greenville.
On Sunday, I had the chance to guest-direct ECU’s improv team, The Swash. Terrible name, but I guess that’s not their fault. They impressed me with enthusiasm and a fair grasp on fundamentals, but needed the same work that every novice team needs: listening and reacting to what your scene partner is saying, and learning the fine line between steamrolling/speechifying/laying out a grand comic premise and adding information/making choices. But I enjoyed working with them. It was the first time I led a rehearsal since Pony broke up last April or so, and if I take advantage of the fact that this is my blog, I was a very good director and they liked me and stuff. It’s one of my talents, it’s one of the things I love to do, and I need to be directing improv again. (I’m allowed to say that on my own blog, right?)
Katy and I had lunch and watched a movie and cuddled and napped some, then I beat her playing poker, took her to dinner, then jammed back to Chapel Hill in the T-bird. The car didn’t give me a hint of trouble in all that driving, but I still hate taking long trips with her — any little sound or squeak freaks me out, it’s become a total stressmobile. I should just bite the bullet and get a new car.
Good weekend.
