On Saturday, we ate dinner with mom, dad, and our godmother. Mom and dad managed to remain snark-free, for the most part. After our dinner, we wandered around the building to a little park with a big fountain containing wrought iron cranes in the process of landing. There was a woman who kept threatening to play guitar, but she never made good. A little cafe on the corner of the building caught my eye, because someone there was reading Suzy's Blog. It was awesome. Suzy's famous.
Sunday was gorgeous early, and we made it to the stadium in plenty of time to watch the graduates parade down the steps into their section. It took a full 30 minutes for them all to make their way in. Eventually, Doobie showed up. We were able to pick her out because of her clever use of a blue robe in a sea of blue robes. There were 5,326 of them. Or something. That's six of my college. And the idiots still couldn't manage to do the wave.
Then we went back to Doobie's apartment and packed up almost everything she owns. It fit into a van, a truck, and a car. Doobie has way more clothes than me, but less furniture. And definitely less power tools. Since Doobie lived on the third floor, I wasn't able to walk well today, and probably should not have ridden to work. Oh well.
Tonight, dad came to visit me. He's doing some sort of patient review for the AIDS council that involves reading files in Asheville. We went to dinner and talked a bit, but then all he could think of to do was go back to his room and watch tv, so I skipped out early. Dad is definitely way more concerned with who picks up the check when he's not spending mom's money. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But there kind of is something wrong with that.
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