joe shaw

Gotta get into the habit of updating this thing.

Wednesday afternoon Nat invited a bunch of people over to our house for a BBQ. I think I was among the last to know this. It was a beautiful night and a lot of people showed up, despite the 4 hour notice or so. I guess people don’t exactly pencil in activities on a Wednesday night, with the West Wing being repeats and all.

We set up the retroscope and the TiVo kicked in and recorded portions of the party which it thought were episodes of the Simpsons, Seinfeld, etc. We have interesting tidbits on tape, with audio. Things like Alex opening a beer and leaving the bottle cap on the floor of the kitchen, and then someone coming in and stepping on it later. If only we had caught the person who hid all of Jacob’s pants. (To whomever did that: ok, it’s seriously not funny anymore. You’re making him cry.)

Dave made a BJs stop before coming down and got things like 4 lbs of mustard and 5 lbs of BBQ sauce. We’ve made a dent in the mustard with our new everything-tastes-better-with-liberal-amounts-of-mustard policy, but the BBQ sauce is a lost cause. I think we’ve used maybe an ounce of the BBQ sauce. Maybe we can give it to a homeless shelter?

I went to the grocery store and saw that the big jugs of tropicana orange juice we usually buy had a $1.50 off if you used your stop and shop card dealie. I actually said “that’s a killer savings” aloud and people looked at me.

This past weekend we went up to Rockport and hung out at Dave’s place and hit the beach. At night we lay out in his backyard and watched shooting stars and satellites pass overhead. It was very nice until people started being loud and harshed my buzz. I was pretty surly the rest of the night.

I didn’t take any pictures while there despite having my camera, but I did get a horrible sunburn on the tops of my feet. I took a picture of that:

do not look at this photo if you do not like feet. or sunburn.

It’s cool, though. I bought a salve from a gypsy before I left.

Took the train home Sunday afternoon with Pat. We didn’t make it over to my aunt and uncle’s restaurant (McT’s) in Gloucester this trip… maybe next time.

Talked to Melissa on the internet today for about an hour… haven’t talked to her in a while. We talked about grad school, cute Irish girls, Red Cross Vampires, whether Mike Frampton is in jail (please pass on any information about this) and if we’ll ever have a high school reunion because of that, how anyone could have thought George Michael was straight, Lobster Sweepstakes, and Chicago (the city, not the movie). Good times. I need to talk to these people more.

We gotta finish this fucking mustard.