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rubykatewritingIdaho was chilly, rainy, and windy, but absolutely lovely. Graduation was long and hot, and I made the mistake of sitting next to the Beetle (my youngest cousin). She alternately had me laughing my ass off (inappropriately, of course) and ready to choke her for all the whinging, "When is Rae going? OMG, is it done yet?" Sitting two+ hours on uncomfortable-as-fuck bleacher seats is hard enough without someone giving voice to the whine-o-logue running in your own head. Plus we had to share a bottle of water, and she's a water HOG. I think I got all of two swallows out of there.
But we had a blast the rest of the time. Rae and I drove Mom and The Grandmother back to Salt Lake for the return flight on Wednesday, and then stuck around SLC for a little while. The Gateway is a pretty decent mall (it was built for the Olympic Games, apparently), even though it's a bit of a head-scratcher as to why they would choose to create this massive OUTDOOR MALL. This was especially apparent that day because it was blustery cold.
(Should you ever find yourself there, go to The Dodo for lunch. Best food EVER. I had the club [they brine and smoke the turkey in-house - shit, everything is made from scratch, in-house] with their house salad, and we had the artichoke pie as an appetizer and the key lime pie for dessert. Rae and I were in absolute foodie heaven; foodgasms all around.)
The drive back to Idaho Falls was trippy. We were both tired, Rae especially so as she had attended the lock-in post-graduation the night before and had only gotten in at 5 that morning and we left for SLC at 6:30. She was a trooper though, and I kept her awake with my awesome, amazing car dancing skillz. We would put the radio on scan and laugh our asses off at the random snippets of conversation we would get before we'd find something listenable. There was actually a pretty decent 80s station, and I rocked out while Rae sort of zoned out (a.k.a., slept with her eyes open). When we got home, my aunt was pulling these fresh from the oven, and I think I ate at least a dozen that evening alone.
Then on Thursday, we picked up Zeebert, the Beetle, and Zeebert's best friend Spaz from school (last day, early dismissal), bought these disgusting burritos at this hole-in-the-wall Mexican place, and snuck them into a screening of Iron Man (can I say lackluster? I wanted to like it so much because I LOVE Robert Downey, Jr., but it was so underwhelming. [Not to mention he and Gwyneth Paltrow had -50 on the chemistry scale.] I was more stoked by the The Dark Knight trailer beforehand). Spaz is a trip, of course, and he and Zeebert together are HILARIOUS. Spaz had me choking with his excessive use of FYI, and I just about died when he actually explained it to me: "Which means FOR YOUR INFORMATION, by the way." Obnoxious in that adorable way only sixteen year old boys can be in very small doses.
After we dropped them all off at home, Rae took me to Mystic Tattoo and I got my nose pierced, which was surprisingly not painful considering they jab a hollow needle through your nose. I found the receiving tubey-thingie they shove up your nostril to "receive" the needle much more uncomfortable because it was like, uh, when are you going to stop? You are about to hit BRAIN.
And finally on Friday night, the entire family went to see Indy 4. (Overall, I'm still not sure what I feel about the film, which is probably not a good thing. I'm waiting to form a final opinion after I see it with Mom.) There was an entire row of twitlings behind us who thought talking throughout as well as texting with their ringers on was the coolest thing ever. And they were so trying to be hipsters. IN IDAHO FALLS, IDAHO. With the skinny jeans, and the lopsided belts, and their baseball caps swung to the side. Rae said something to them, I said something to them. My aunt even whipped out the Mom-look. All to no avail.
Saturday was spent getting Rae through a stomach bug, lazing about, and having a wonderful dinner of grilled pork chops, salad, and my aunt's Rosemary-Garlic Potatoes. We then watched Blood Diamond on DVD, and I started out pissed because I wanted to watch something family-friendly and feel-good (a.k.a., Rae and I wanted to watch Transformers) but then got into it, ultimately bawling like a baby at the end. DAMN YOU, LEO. The best part, however, was my aunt, who kept saying, "Where is that sweet boy from Titanic?"
Sunday I flew back to Houston, and I remembered why I need to live elsewhere. It's ten o'clock at night, and I step off the plane to this crushing wave of heat and humidity. I was just not ready for that shit after the cold of Idaho.
I'm planning to visit her at Willamette in September for her 18th. We wanted to get our first tattoos together while I was in Idaho, but my uncle put the kibosh on that with his fanatical anti-tattoo ranting. Then it struck me as we were sitting there in the theater at Indy 4 and the trailer for Eagle Eye came on. It comes out the Friday after her birthday, so I'll fly up that weekend and we'll make it a tattoos and Shia weekend.
In other news of the awesome, Lewis Black is coming to Houston in July. This makes me veddy, veddy happy.
And finally a book rec: Max Brooks’ World War Z. I read it while I was in Idaho Falls and immediately had to pass it on to Zeebert before I left who was to then give it to Rae for her flight to Europe. All I have to say is: NORTH KOREA. That shit freaked me the fuck out.
But we had a blast the rest of the time. Rae and I drove Mom and The Grandmother back to Salt Lake for the return flight on Wednesday, and then stuck around SLC for a little while. The Gateway is a pretty decent mall (it was built for the Olympic Games, apparently), even though it's a bit of a head-scratcher as to why they would choose to create this massive OUTDOOR MALL. This was especially apparent that day because it was blustery cold.
(Should you ever find yourself there, go to The Dodo for lunch. Best food EVER. I had the club [they brine and smoke the turkey in-house - shit, everything is made from scratch, in-house] with their house salad, and we had the artichoke pie as an appetizer and the key lime pie for dessert. Rae and I were in absolute foodie heaven; foodgasms all around.)
The drive back to Idaho Falls was trippy. We were both tired, Rae especially so as she had attended the lock-in post-graduation the night before and had only gotten in at 5 that morning and we left for SLC at 6:30. She was a trooper though, and I kept her awake with my awesome, amazing car dancing skillz. We would put the radio on scan and laugh our asses off at the random snippets of conversation we would get before we'd find something listenable. There was actually a pretty decent 80s station, and I rocked out while Rae sort of zoned out (a.k.a., slept with her eyes open). When we got home, my aunt was pulling these fresh from the oven, and I think I ate at least a dozen that evening alone.
Then on Thursday, we picked up Zeebert, the Beetle, and Zeebert's best friend Spaz from school (last day, early dismissal), bought these disgusting burritos at this hole-in-the-wall Mexican place, and snuck them into a screening of Iron Man (can I say lackluster? I wanted to like it so much because I LOVE Robert Downey, Jr., but it was so underwhelming. [Not to mention he and Gwyneth Paltrow had -50 on the chemistry scale.] I was more stoked by the The Dark Knight trailer beforehand). Spaz is a trip, of course, and he and Zeebert together are HILARIOUS. Spaz had me choking with his excessive use of FYI, and I just about died when he actually explained it to me: "Which means FOR YOUR INFORMATION, by the way." Obnoxious in that adorable way only sixteen year old boys can be in very small doses.
After we dropped them all off at home, Rae took me to Mystic Tattoo and I got my nose pierced, which was surprisingly not painful considering they jab a hollow needle through your nose. I found the receiving tubey-thingie they shove up your nostril to "receive" the needle much more uncomfortable because it was like, uh, when are you going to stop? You are about to hit BRAIN.
And finally on Friday night, the entire family went to see Indy 4. (Overall, I'm still not sure what I feel about the film, which is probably not a good thing. I'm waiting to form a final opinion after I see it with Mom.) There was an entire row of twitlings behind us who thought talking throughout as well as texting with their ringers on was the coolest thing ever. And they were so trying to be hipsters. IN IDAHO FALLS, IDAHO. With the skinny jeans, and the lopsided belts, and their baseball caps swung to the side. Rae said something to them, I said something to them. My aunt even whipped out the Mom-look. All to no avail.
Saturday was spent getting Rae through a stomach bug, lazing about, and having a wonderful dinner of grilled pork chops, salad, and my aunt's Rosemary-Garlic Potatoes. We then watched Blood Diamond on DVD, and I started out pissed because I wanted to watch something family-friendly and feel-good (a.k.a., Rae and I wanted to watch Transformers) but then got into it, ultimately bawling like a baby at the end. DAMN YOU, LEO. The best part, however, was my aunt, who kept saying, "Where is that sweet boy from Titanic?"
Sunday I flew back to Houston, and I remembered why I need to live elsewhere. It's ten o'clock at night, and I step off the plane to this crushing wave of heat and humidity. I was just not ready for that shit after the cold of Idaho.
I'm planning to visit her at Willamette in September for her 18th. We wanted to get our first tattoos together while I was in Idaho, but my uncle put the kibosh on that with his fanatical anti-tattoo ranting. Then it struck me as we were sitting there in the theater at Indy 4 and the trailer for Eagle Eye came on. It comes out the Friday after her birthday, so I'll fly up that weekend and we'll make it a tattoos and Shia weekend.
In other news of the awesome, Lewis Black is coming to Houston in July. This makes me veddy, veddy happy.
And finally a book rec: Max Brooks’ World War Z. I read it while I was in Idaho Falls and immediately had to pass it on to Zeebert before I left who was to then give it to Rae for her flight to Europe. All I have to say is: NORTH KOREA. That shit freaked me the fuck out.
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Date: 2008-06-10 04:57 pm (UTC)I wasn't keen on Gwyneth Paltrow, but that was only because I thought it was a bit much that this Academy award winning actress, who comes from a family that is Hollywood royalty, would show up after a long absence in a doormat-y bit part as someone's secretary. And WTF with those nutso shoes?
Personally, I think it's in keeping with her current press tour, which is essentially: "I'm not an ice-cold, uppity bitch. REALLY." She's reaching out to us lower people, letting us know she's just one of us. Yeah, RIGHT. Even her husband isn't being such a fucking twat lately. They're so trying to clean up the public image because it so backfired on them, being elitist asshats.