It's sad that the best thing I can remember from Friday night is a Kids in the Hall marathon on Comedy Central.

Saturday was my grandmother's 82nd birthday. Momo (as we in the family call her) is still in damn good shape, too. A bit frailer than she once was, to be sure, but she's in pretty good shape aside from the regular older-person complaints and she's damn sharp, too.

We got her eighty-two little gifts, ranging from socks all the way up to an outfit. She seemed to enjoy herself. As usual, there was a monstrous feed in celebration - ribs and salad and soup and corn dip and other assorted goodies. Later in the day Julie and I had a beer; in front of my uncle (a rigidly upstanding man) it felt rather daring. Afterwards Sonya and I drove all over Memphis, shopping like we had money. We hit Chou Imports and Garden Ridge and the mall and Frank's and...and Office Max, I think. Office Max. On a Saturday night. We are, officially, pathetic.

I had a good reason for being at Office Max, though. For those of you that don't know Mardi Gras is coming up in two weeks. Sonya and I and a select group of friends will be going, as usual, and I wanted a nice little notebook to pop in my backpack. That way, when there's a lull in the festivities I can write down quick, you-are-there type observations. Later, I'll transcribe 'em for all my loyal readers out there. What do you say, kids? Does that sound like fun?

The Falcons lost yesterday. I am deeply, savagely pleased. Serves them right. The pederasts.

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