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26 May 2003
 
And all of a sudden, another entire week has flown by. Now I will take a moment to say Hi! Memorial Day! What we're Memorating exactly, I'm not entirely sure. My first inclination is to say Veterans (as opposed to Vetrenarians--who are also wonderful people and should be memorated), but they have their own day way in November. But perhaps it's because November is so damn cold to have a parade in. Not that May is that much better. Anyways, Happy Memorial Day, even though I vegged through it.

Now you ask me, why did you just veg through Memorial Day? You should be out waving your flag and such.

Well, frankly, I'm freaking exhausted! Why do I say that? Well one of my suitemates is getting married in July (YAY!), and her Bridal Shower was this weekend (Yay!). She lives about 3 1/2 hours away (or from 11am to 3 pm as a 3 hour drive by my math), so it's not too much of a problem for me to go! Since I seem to be at some sort of a nexus point (where 81 meets 90) and I just got a new house that people wanted to see, more suitemates stopped by on the way up so we could carpool (YAY!). I drive the car with perhaps the smallest trunk-space, so of course we have to take it (yay.). But I'm the fresh driver as the mileage that they drove to get to my house is more than what I've driven to work and back since I've moved in. By a lot. So anyway, they all come up on Friday (Hi Eunice--my house!) and we stay up late as we don't get dinner until the last one got in, and then we have games and excitement and catching up to do. (Hi Amanda--who reads my blog but doesn't have a website for me to plug) And we stay up waaaaaaaaaaaaay past my normal bedtime. By like 4 hours. But that's ok. So I have to get up with my kittens (Mommy! You said wake you up at 7! Mommy! We want breakfast! Mommy! We want to go outside! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Breakfast! Mommy! Out! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!), climb back in bed, snooze for a bit, but we really need to get up and get on the road. Driver is operating a car on four or so hours of sleep.

We get to Buffalo and take a crowbar and pry ourselves out of my tiny car. Unfortunately Fiancee is without her car as Fiance has taken it to bick up future mother-in-law, and won't be back. And we have errands. So we cram back in (more) into my car... 5 adults now in a tiny Focus (Hi Angus--my car!) and we go tooling around Buffalo. And we go out to dinner and then we call Fiance to see if Fiance wants to join us when we go out and about. Fiance does. Fortunately, he brings the car. YAY as there are not enough seatbelts for six people and the entire Northeastern US was doing a "click it or ticket" campaign. So we go to Niagara Falls. At about ten that night.

Let me just tell you the Cave of the Winds tour is FREAKING AMAZING!

Onto continued exhaustion story. We take the last Cave of the Winds tour (11pm!), have our minds blown away by the awesome power of nature in falling water careening about you, ready to pulverize you into itty bitty pieces as the sheer force of that much water propelled by gravity would smush you agains the sharp rocks at the bottom and only a wooden structure is standing between you and the water tearing you apart! It'll wake you up at 11 at night, let me tell you!

We finish there, take our official Cave of the Wind sandals and go to the newly-opened Casino. I spent 5 bucks. woo boy. < sarcasm >Will the exictement never cease? < / sarcasm > Seriously, the most amusing part was looking at all the people so addicted to wasting their money on the chance that they could win something. These people had their eyes glazed, official gambling cards attached from their hips to the machines like an IV drip. Not to mention you couldn't just put in $1. You had to use at least $5 to play, even on the nickel slots.

So we get back in at like 1am. Sleep. Wake up. Get ready. Go to the shower. Go set up.

At which point, I realize that yoga has a second benefit. I believe the name of the posture is "half moon" that works remarkably well for holding open two doors across a little entry way so people can load boxes. Go me!

We have the shower (yummy food). Amanda starts winning prizes like mad (bridal bingo, bridal word-scramble, about the 3rd door prize). I get an Azalea bush to scape in my land (now that I have land to scape). We pack up the opened gifts and truck back once again. We play some more games and chat and such, then truck on home to Syracuse. I feel like I've driven 2 days straight on little sleep. Of course, I have no food in my house as Sunday is grocery-shopping day. So we truck on down to Wegmans to get some food to eat that night at about 9. I only have a teeny little George Foreman Grill, so I could cook one hamburger and 2 hot dogs at once. And I do, feed everyone else first, finally get me some dinner, and we stay up again, playing games (I was cursed to have a chicken on my head, but I did manage to steal the Kneepads of Allure and wield the Mallet of St. Eeeeeuuuuuuuuw). So everyone left (Bye!) and I crawl onto my couch and take a nap out of utter exaustion.

Weekend Summery: Good food, good friends, great time, goodnight!

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 18:58