Thanksgiving Weekend Recap
So it's been almost a full week since my last update, but I think it's pretty safe to say that no one was spending the holidays refreshing their browser to see if I updated my blog (of course, if you did, leave an anonymous comment to boost my already huge ego).
So here's what happened this weekend...
I took Tuesday, Wednesday, and the following Monday off so I had almost a full week off, which is nice because things are pretty hectic at work as we move into the holidays. I flew into Buffalo on Tuesday morning, and as expected, my parents had my entire schedule planned for me (Also, the security guard at the airport got mad at me because I didn't respond to her when she called me "SIR." Sorry, Latoya, I don't respond to "sir," mainly because I have girlparts).
My mother scheduled a doctor's appointment for me so I can get more drugs for my tendinitis that comes and goes. When it comes, I can't move my hand without wincing in pain and praying for death. When it goes, it's like I'm a regular person without the right hand of an eighty year old woman. Also, because I had this weird bump on my wrist that my mother immediately diagnosed as a tumor. The doctor ordered up an x-ray and I suppressed a giant laugh when the technician asked if there was any possibility that I was pregnant. That NEVER gets old.
Thanksgiving, of course, involved lots of food and racism by way of elderly relatives who think the world is coming to an end because we have a black president. My great aunt from Maryland called me up and complained about having to put up the Christmas tree, even though after every Christmas, she drapes a sheet over the fully decorated tree and has my uncle carry it down to the basement for safe-keeping until next year. Christmas decorating for her equals 1.) instructing my uncle to carry the tree up the stairs 2.) removing the sheet. Look who has no right to complain, Aunt Judy. It's you!
Saturday night was the Ani concert at our offices in Babeville.
Some security guard hack wouldn't let me in and told me to go to the back of the line that was about 800 lesbians deep. "Oh really?" I laughed. I made a phone call and someone came out in 30 seconds with a pass for me and my guest. Thanks for making me feel like someone important, Righteous Babez. Ani, as always, was fantastic. I get a little jaded after working for her so long, but every time I see her live, she just impresses the fuck out of me, over and over again.
She wrote a new song called "November 4, 2008" about Barack Obama, and even though it's a little much (the chorus is "Yes we can" repeated several times), it's still a good song.
After the concert, I took my cousin home and hung out with my aunt. We talked about an ex-member of the family who is a particularly awful human being who happens to have MS. My cousin said that this person is so rude and arrogant to her, and I said that next time she's rude and arrogant to just "do a cartwheel."
Whatever, I was already going to hell.