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Whatta weekend.

Liz and I went up to Christiansburg to see some friends. I like to go out of town to see friends, but I always feel somewhat drained when we get back. I think it's because when we visit friends, we really don't ever take any time to just sit down and zone out. We're always busy with something. That's kinda nice, and I had a great weekend. I just want to take today off so I can be a slug.

We dyed Easter eggs, and I had a good time with that. One egg had the continents doodled on it with a green crayon, and then it got dyed in the blue for the water. It turned out a little odd, since the continents didn't get colored in solidly, so there's quite a few blue streaks in there, but nothing too bad. Liz's brother, John, did some really neat stuff with a few of the eggs that cracked in the hard boiling. He dyed them yellows and greens and drew staring eyes and gaping mouths on them, and made the the zombie/undead Easter eggs.

We also got to see quite a few movies. 1941, The Godfather, Austin Powers, and part of Mrs. Miniver. Seeing as how Liz and I usually only rent movies about once every three months or so, it was a lot of movies for one weekend!

Y'know what. This reads like the most boring laundry-list of weekend events that has been written in all of human history. And I actually had fun! I gotta find something more interesting to write about...

Okay. I know. So we're watching The Godfather, which I have seen and think is a fantastic movie, and Liz has not seen, and is watching dribs and drabs of while we play Scrabble or something. It's the second tape, Michael is in Sicily, and he's just married Apollonia. It's a happy little scene. And our hostess, who I really like, sighs melodramatically and says, "Poor, poor Apollonia.", and when Liz says, "Hmm?" proceeds to spoil what happens.

That is one of my largest pet peeves ever. It makes me grind and gnash my teeth, and I couldn't help but yelp, "Hey! Don't spoil everything!". It's as if you were reading a book and someone told you what happened in the next chapter. Gee, thanks. Did someone do that to you the first time you saw this movie, or was that a brilliant idea you got all on your lonesome?

But I couldn't say that. First off, I do like the person who spoiled it. And it was her house, and you're not supposed to be too rude to your host. So I kept my mouth shut. This is, as I'm sure legions of people who know me will testify, a moderately phenomenal happening.

Um, what else. I agree with Liz that only about 30% of the official Scrabble two letter words look like "real" words, but I don't think it's anything to get too testy over, and I still don't like the smell or taste of eggs.

Bleah. Hopefully I'll get a more meaty entry later in the week. This is it for today!