Friday night, Jake, Brian and I watched Mystic River instead of my choice, Dodgeball. My brain has low standards as to what it deems stimulating. It’s an AWESOME movie, made me cry in secret, and rekindled my fire about someday working with young people in regards to abuse. Jake helped me set up my free ESPN
tv and it’s awesome.
We hooked up my X-Box which had previously been gathering dust in the living room and had a field day on Saturday playing games and watching DVDs. In the afternoon, my favorite cousin Bohr called to say he was in town and I met his girlfriend, Jenny, who is freakin adorable (pictures to come). They both went to U. of Illinois and she’s from Chicago, but my mom’s company offered her a job so if she takes it, she’ll stay in the bay area with him. I really hope she stays. I’d love to be related to her. ;)
History about my relationship with Bohr:
He’s the oldest of three brothers with a strict genius dad and an overbearing super soccer mom. So he always got straight-A’s, took college math classes in high school, played musical instruments, etc. Well, his senior year of high school, he stopped getting those A’s and I guess, spent a lot of time hanging out with kids that liked cars or something. I could never quite figure out why his mom thought those kids were “bad” kids, but she insisted that he was falling into a bad crowd. Like coming home at 9pm instead of 8pm. So she would call me up at like 5am Michigan time to tell me about her worries about Bohr going bad and I would always groggily insist that he’s a ridiculously good kid and someday, I may be forced to buy him a hooker, he was so good (I didn’t say the last part outloud). Finally, she asked if she could send him out to spend his spring break with me at Michigan so I could “set him straight.” I agreed cuz he’s a cool guy. And I thought it was hilarious that she was sending him to the worst possible person for the setting-of-straight process.
So my innocent little cousin shows up and my setting-straight activities include:
-smoking “God’s natural goods” out of a homemade gravity bong made out of gatorade bottles
-mixing Atomic Queers (also called the Date Rape Drink. My signature drink…”so fruity it’s queer!”), blending margaritas, buying him $2 Boone’s
-drinking blue milk (I was going through my food coloring phase.)
-having him PA a film shoot in which we had a bearded classmate play “Peeping Tom Jesus” who also smoked from a bong and drank a 40.
….all the while, telling him, “Don’t do drugs, drink responsibly and don’t join a gang.”
It was a blast. And now, our tradition is that every time we see each other, we buy a couple of 40s and tip one for our homies. He’s a great kid and funny as hell. He brings out the craziest in me.
So I took them to a bonfire at Dockweiler with the U-M crowd, where we roasted hot dogs, drank and listened to Max’s pedophile jokes.
I took them to Toast on Sunday for brunch and then over to 3rd Street Promenade to be touristy. We met up with his girlfriend’s brother who’s in the Air Force, and the quietest Gemini I’ve ever met. I would love it if Jenny stays in California. I hope they visit more now that Bohr is done with college and working up north.
Since getting the tv set up in my room, I’ve fallen asleep to American Psycho (on Saturday) and Monster (last night). Nothing like the sounds of serial killing to lull you to sleep.
Monster gave me a nightmare about dating Ben Affleck. Yes, it’s a nightmare. I find him utterly unattractive and really trashy. But in my dream, I had worked with him a long time and didn’t realize he was Ben Affleck so it wasn’t so bad, though when I realized, I had to do some soul-searching to remember that he was the same nice guy I worked with, and not a sleazy walking ego. Though I had hinted to him that I like, “intelligent, nice guys,” and remember thinking, “Oh God, I hope he doesn’t think this is a hint that I want to be set up with Matt Damon.”
I’m in the process of putting up all of my birthday pictures on my website. It’s tedious but I’m going to devote most of tonight to it, so they should all be up by tomorrow.
That’s all.