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Another Weekend Roundup

FRIDAY:
ValenTIGERS day!
Roadtrippin to Detroit with Annie.
"No man I would be interested in would ever entertain suitors."
"Oh, indubitably."
Annie turning up the volume so she could hear Dr. Phil on the TV in the Rock and Roll themed Burger King.
The boys were on the big screen!

Tasty treats and such.

SATURDAY:
Early (for me) morning walk to the farmer’s market.
Big, gorgeous bunch of peonies.
Tasty first donut ever from Vans Bakery.
Talking to customers for four hours straight about a product I saw for the first time that day.
Being greeted as, “Anna Justasfun!” by Aaron when I arrived at Barnes and Noble.
Grilling burgers, asparagus, and corn on the cob.
Josh strengthening his head butts:

Great set by The Little Village at Mulligans.
Batman (1989) vs Superman (1978)
"Wait, Kurt Vonnegut is dead? Then who the hell am I following on Twitter?!"
First ever viewing of PeeWee’s Big Adventure at 3am.

SUNDAY:
Absolutely nothing.
Oh, except Con Air on TV. Even more ridiculous than watching it on DVD.

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weekend.

FRIDAY:
Sparrows. Dirty Harrys all around (Harries?).
"Did that guy look like…"
"French Stewart?"
"Yeah."
"Yep."
Open mic and a disproportionate amount of talent in one house.
Secret Side of Me, Empire State of Mind, Total Eclipse of the Heart, White Rabbit.
Late night walk to Grand Coney and a rapture-worthy chocolate malt.

SATURDAY:
First ever clothing swap. New threads and new friends. Grand Rapids small town connections all around.
Finished Breaking Dawn. Don’t judge.
Mulligan’s for music and friends.
Was greeted warmly by a boy who held my arm and said, “Hey! How are you doing?!” like a long lost friend. He seemed vaguely familiar, but I have no idea who this person was, if he knew me, or if he thought I was someone else, but this exchange has been driving me nuts all weekend.
Yesterdog. Four girls singing the cheesy-blasters theme song all at once.
Jake’s New Yorker 4 year old.
Accidentally spitting soda because I laughed at something that was probably not funny enough to warrant that. Embarrassing.

SUNDAY:
Mixed feelings about baptism Sunday.
Eating over-priced Chinese food by myself in Hager Park.
Stealthily cutting some lilacs from the park bushes.
Walking barefoot in the Fulton St. Cemetery. Finding gravestones of other Annas and wondering what they were like.
Standing on the sidewalk in the pouring rain at 1 o clock in the morning. I guess technically that would be Monday…

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whoa, weekend.

Finished off Friday with a stack of movies from the library.

Saturday:
Partying like it’s 1986.
Hit after hit at karaoke.
Dancing my heart out at Rocky’s.
Kidnapping Dan Fisher.
Eating junky food at Coney.

Sunday:
Alternately sleeping and reading Blue Like Jazz with the window cracked to the afternoon thunderstorm.
Soon off to Erin’s to consume leftover party food on the pullout couch while watching movies on VHS in our pajamas.