Fabulous Weekend Surprise

I had SUCH a great time this weekend. Not because I did anything extraordinary. But, because an extraordinary person came to visit me. My best friend Mandy came down from Vermont and stayed Saturday (OK Sunday at midnight) until Monday afternoon.

OK, time to pause and have a little background on Mandy. Mandy (or A-dawg as she is widely known) and I went to school together at Wright State in the Theatre Design/Tech program. We both transferred there after our first year at private colleges in Ohio. And, we're both from the Columbus area. She has a Technical Direction concentration and I have a Stage Management concentration. Mandy is truly the best friend I have ever had. If I moved to Egypt, I know Mandy would still come and hang out with me. I love her to death (even if she is moving to Texas). She has been there for me through some very tough times. Despite the fact that we will soon live 2000 miles apart, I have no fear that our friendship will change one bit.

Mandy is currently working at a theatre in Vermont (the technology hole of the US) as a carpenter for the summer. Then, she is planning to move to Houston in September. I hope and pray she will live here in DC by 2005. But, we'll see.

OK, so the weekend. Mandy came down on Saturday evening. We decided to watch The Station Agent. Don't get this movie. Really not worth watching. Although, we decided it was funny, but we are pretty sure it wasn't supposed to be. Sunday I had plans to go to my bosses house for a housewarming and then go to the Dave Matthews concert with friends from work. We bought an extra ticket and headed out to the suburbs. The party was great but the concert sucked.

First of all, we saw the concert at Nissan pavilion. The last time I went there, I promised myself I would not go back. I must have been off my screw. Even though I enjoy Dave, I HATE HATE HATE nearly 90% of the people that go to his concerts. There were belligerent drunk high school kids all over the place. I could barely hear the music at all (only drunk people singing along) CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH INTO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....The worst part of the evening was sitting in the parking lot for over an hour waiting to move. This place has one exit. One exit to a one lane road, I might add. This is the part of the blog where I must add a Public Service Announcement. Men: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE...Wear a shirt. All the time. OK, maybe not when mowing the lawn. But, when you are generally out in public, put on a shirt. It's gross.

It was truly an adventure. I have to say, my friends made it bearable. It was great to see Mandy. But, I wish we would have just popped in the DMB CD and hung out on my patio with some Margaritas.

Also, the weirdest part of the excursion was driving out to Bristow. We saw a girl driving oh...I think a mid-90s Ford. Painted on the windows (in that soap stuff) was a message to all: Buy Hanson's new CD. Out April 20. Visit www.Hanson.net. It was all over the windows. Could this be the same mmmmm bop Hanson? Who knows. But, at least they have one devoted (ghetto) fan. RANDOM.

And, despite the sucking of the concert, I still had a wonderful time seeing Mandy. I think she might resent me for STILL not taking her to the spy museum (I think its the 4th visit with no spy museum). But, hey, one more reason to come back (or even live here).