90 Freaking Years + Elvis
I gave the Yorkie a nibble of one of my chips as I ate, watching a TiVo'd episode of Night Visions, a kinda cheesy show hosted by Henry Rollins back in 2001 that they've begun to re-run on Chiller recently.
After I ate I sat down and got a bit of work done, but my eyes were feeling heavy in spite of the morning coffee, so I decided to finish the episode of Outside The Cinema from the comfort of my couch, and if I happened to doze, so be it. I caught about 20 minutes of snoozing, then was up and moving when the wife came home from her day.
We caught up on the afternoon a bit, then decided to head out to pick up Grandmother's birthday cake, as well as paper plates and all that jazz. The grocery store's bakery wasn't as clusterfucked as it could be, but we were beginning to get a little alarmed until they found the enormous cake on the bottom shelf, waiting patiently for us. We snagged plates and forks just to be safe, then headed to the restaurant.
We managed to arrive a full 30 minutes early, which was annoying, but allowed us plenty of time to get the cake situated and plates spread out, right?
The birthday girl arrived at 6:00, then her public followed shortly thereafter. The Mother In Law was the last to arrive, for no apparent reason, and we had (at a guess) almost 100 people from the extended family in attendance, along with a smattering of friends and whatnot. The wife and I spent some time pressing the flesh and greeting all the various strains of in-laws that we generally only see at gatherings like this, then hit the food line with our friend Scrawny McTall and Brian, who were both kind enough to turn out to honor the wife's Grandmother.
The food was good (it's a barbecue joint, if ya care), and then the MIL had brought in that Elvis-impersonating creepshow that she's so enamored of as the 'entertainment', so that guy started singing his Elvis shit, which is fine, I think I could even respect a guy living off cover tunes, but it's the fucking costuming that makes me nauseous and turns it into glorified karaoke.
We visited with the Older Sister and her now teenaged (13) daughter, who was having a typical pouty teen evening because she was stuck here with her sucky family and not out with her friends at a sleepover. I wanted to ask if she'd ever thought about how fucking bored the rest of us were, but resisted the urge.
The wife and I finally excused ourselves after Elvis had entered his second of (I believe three total) sets, because I'll be damned if I'm sitting through the whole chronological routine unless this asshole is coming out as fat Elvis eventually, and I highly doubt he can afford a quality fat-suit unless Martin Lawrence is having a garage sale.
We headed home and Brian came by for a bit, then we called it a night at close to 11:00.
Be seeing you.
Tag, you're it, Baggy Eyes! Lunch, Television, TiVo, Night Visions, Henry Rollins, Chiller, Workday, Podcasts, Outside The Cinema, Family. Birthday, Elvis Impersonator, Creepy