This weekend was definitely a much needed and very much enjoyable getaway from the doldrums of all things in Williamsport. The memorial service for Cara's grandfather was very nice. From the highly anecdotal tribute given by Cara's aunt, you could very easily tell that Mr. Getty had a great sense of humor, an awesome work ethic, and an excellent sense of family. It made me wish I had gotten to know him better in the past 7 years or so. Later on in the afternoon, Todd finally showed up for us to head down to Philly for the concert. Man, it's always a fun time when any combination of the old school crew gets together for anything, even just sittin around at a Denny's, for example. Without fail, we always end up cracking each other up, usually to the point of crying from laughing so hard. We come up with some of the most random things ever, like the quote I have as the title of this entry. Because I still do not have my driver's license, I'm often a target of harassment. So, Todd was saying that I should go to take my test and pretend to have narcolepsy (which ties in to older jokes about me having narcolepsy from years ago)--get in the car and throw my head back as a narcoleptic fit, then wake up and say "Did I pass?", followed by "That's how I always drive". As with all of our jokes, people that weren't there are often lost to the humor of it. In continuation with sleep-related humor, Todd was making fun of Cara for always falling asleep in the car. Heh, we had stopped at the Sheetz about 2 minutes away from Cara's house in order to withdraw funds for the concert, so Todd joked saying, "Cara, put your shoes on, we're at Sheetz."/"Cara, put your seat belt on."/etc. Those were just a couple of our highly humorous moments. We ended up not really getting lost but not making it to Philly as easily as we hoped. But, we did manage to get to Penn's Landing by 7:30, so we were in good shape. The directions for parking had us basically a mile away (no joke), but it made it easier to get out of there afterwards. The doors opened at 6:30, but when we got in, Three Days Grace was halfway through their set and we had already missed Breaking Benjamin. My guess is that they obviously had started early, probably because of almost cancelling earlier in the day because of the freakin torrential downpour of rain. Oh well, I saw Breaking Benjamin at the spring concert at school, so I wasn't upset about that. I was glad that Three Days Grace was playing, because they weren't listed on the Evanescence tour page for that date for some reason. They were really good. Seether probably would have been better if I had known more than 2 songs of theirs. Last but not least, Evanescence put on a really good show. Brian would have loved it since they did a cover of Korn's "Thoughtless", which was really good. Being, eventually, about 30 yards away from her, I've decided that Amy Lee is uber-hott. So, ladies, if anyone says you look like her, definitely take the compliment. I like the fact that the girl actually has a figure, unlike the Paris Hilton-types and the majority of females with any level of mass popularity.

Man, I've found a new pet peeve--people with cell phones at concerts. Why pay $50 to go to a concert and then be on the phone? "Hey man, I'm at the concert! Listen. 'ILT3WYHT789YEGI3BTIL35UHP98GYEGUH.IUTDEG *cracking signal throughout*". WTF, seriously. Along with that, cell phones are the new lighters. You got to see all of the idiots holding up their backlit cell phones during the slow, ballad-esque songs. On the positive side of it, the idiots are self-identifying, which makes it easier on you since you don't have to figure out who is retarded and can therefore easily avoid encountering one and losing precious I.Q. points. It's like what Bill Engvall says on the Blue Collar Comedy Tour, in regards to his "here's your sign" routine.

On saturday night, we came back home and I called up to Dave's to make sure the shindig was still on, then showered and headed up to Canton for Grant's b-day party. After taking the wrong road, which winded up the mountain and made my mom rather nauseous, we ended up going back to the Acorn Market so I could call and get the directions again. Turns out we were one road off; we turned onto Lower Mtn. Road instead of Upper Mtn. Road. Ho well, we took the right road and I was dropped off by the road so Dave and I could just take the 4-wheeler instead of making my mom more nauseous on the winding unpaved road to the cabin. Since I got there around 10:30, I was a little behind the others, so I was greeted by many beverages. They had a ton of stuff, and none of it was beer, so we all ended up about 40 sheets to the wind (whatever that phrase really means, I dunno). Not very long after being there, I ended up in just my boxers. It was a fun time. I definitely had a black out moment, though. I don't remember anything between the time I layed on the futon to the time I woke up on the couch to grab the blanket, which included me hurling in the downstairs bathroom. Then, even better, I wake up still intoxicated, walk to the bathroom, notice a random red liquid on the bathroom floor which only seems to register as some spilled cleaner or something, then proceed to walk into the room anyway and slip and fall. I'm glad I have absolutely no recollection of that, because I hate throwing up worse than anything else. I was a good party guest and mopped up the floor later on anyway (heh, Dave wouldn't have given me a choice since he handed me the mop bucket, but I would've done it anyway). It was a good party.

After Dave and Amy brought me home earlier today, I made the rounds to check my work schedules. The bullshit saga continues. After talking face to face with my manager last thursday, I'm still not scheduled at the hotel. I've called and left messages, physically left messages, and even talked to her face-to-face and the bitch still hasn't scheduled me. I can't win. Jade was working the front desk, and it was the first time I've talked to her since Christmas time, since I haven't freakin worked at the hotel all summer. Then I stopped at DG to check that, and Karen scheduled me for today, despite the fact I was still off, but remembered she was retarded and got someone to fill in. Outside of that, I've got 2 hours on truck day coming up. AWESOME. 2 hours this week. Beat that.

Sucks to be back. Thankfully this weekend was very nice. I've decided that I'm either doing a summer semester next year, or I'm moving/maybe living with a friend somewhere and getting a job and paying rent, because even then I'm sure I'd make probably 20 times what I'm making (or rather, not making) here this summer.

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