Monday, Jan. 13, 2003 - 2:48 p.m.
The highlight of my weekend: Getting up on stage at Akiko's in Louisville to sing Prince's "Pussy Control," much to the delight of the patrons of the bar. I belted out the song, threw in a few well-placed pelvic thrusts, and I even got a tip for it. It is so 100% to receive dollar bills from drunken women in their mid-30's.
The other highlight of the weekend: getting a new table and chairs and a computer desk courtesy of the parents' bank account. I can now enjoy my meals at an actual table rather than sitting on my futon, where the cat's likely to cause me to dump food on my lap, which will be great.
No more third-degree burns from beef pot pie magma!
Quick "why my family is fun" story: The whole time we were out shopping, Mom was trying to get me to decide on where we should all go to dinner, as Dad was napping at my apartment. My first instinct was Olive Garden, which made mom lash out "WHAT? Olive Garden? I'm not dressed for that!"
Yes, because in her book, you must dress in your Sunday Best for chain restaurants.
After reassuring her for about two hours that she was, in fact, more than acceptible to partake in the Italian goodness, the three of us drove down. She complained about the "expensive" entrees while washing down glass after six dollar glass of wine. By the time the bill came, she was ready to order dessert. Dad spent the entire time making fun of our too-hyper waitress when she wasn't looking.
Note to self: get mom tipsy more often. That's when the money starts flowing.
