WEEKEND HANGOVER XIX: This is the End, my only friend, the End.

Welcome back, your dreams were your ticket out,

How y’all doin’, my friends? Well, I hope. Oddly, I’ve noticed that I’m using y’all more and more in my everyday speech patterns, perhaps I’ve reverting to my Southern Belle glory days, which, coincidentally, passed me by in the wink of a young girl’s eye. C’est la vie. (Was that right, Marc?)

If you’ve not read yet, please direct your attention to my previous post, concerning OUTBACK CHALLENGE II, soon to be brought to you by hooton.com.

Anywho, what to talk about today? Since Jeanie will never forgive me if I don’t give her props for Saturday night, here goes. As Jack indicated, she’s one hyper-active individual, especially when she’s filled with liquor and there's 80s music playing. Therefore, the Matrix was THE PLACE for her. Before we get to that, though, let’s talk about how the Matrix was THE PLACE for Cameron, formerly of MTV’s Real World: San Diego. An adorable (if not immature) blonde southern girl, I’ve long adored her. Seeing her in person was my second Big Celebrity Moment of the day. However, tellingly, meeting the ol’ Five-Nine meant infinitely more.

Back to the real story. As Jeanie bounced around the 80s room, I tried my damndest to keep up, and to my credit, think I succeeded fairly well. Whether it was “Pour Some Sugar on Me (which she inexplicably couldn’t understand how I knew all the words),” “Uptown Girl,” or the always Jeanie-popular “Just Like Heaven,” like the Wu-Tang Clan, we brought the ruckus. And then it happened. The Grease Megamix. There are many byproducts of a childhood spent in a neighborhood of girls that riddle me to this day. I know too much about Soap Operas. My melodrama is partially a result of many angst-ridden Barbie episodes. I know all of the lyrics to many a Debbie Gibson song. And I have an all-encompassing knowledge of not only “Grease” but also “Grease II.” Thus, in much the same way that Danny, Kup, and I brought down the house with the T-Bird half of the Megamix at my sister’s wedding, Jeanie and I easily blew away the non-existent competition for “Cheesiest Dance Couple” in the 80s room. I swear to God, you would’ve sworn that we had practiced it in advance, it seemed that choreographed. I’m not certain if that’s something to be proud of or not, but I’m going to hang my hat on it, what the hell?

Following the Matrix, as Kup and crew took Kurt to Mt. Washington, I fulfilled my promise to rendezvous Jeanie with an MTO. Although the roundtrip took over an hour, I got a cream-cheese filled Pretzel out of it, and we listened to my (well, Josh Eisenberg’s) CD of old TV theme songs the entire way up and back. You’ve not lived till you’ve sung the theme to “The Greatest American Hero” while drinking chocolate milk next to a beautiful girl covered in powdered sugar at 3AM. So mad props to Jack, Kurt, Andy, Kup, Megan Starr (AND the Starrshake!), and the Ginger to my Fred, Jeanie, for one badass night to mark the end of summer.

Sunday afternoon, we awoke in time to have lunch with Natalia, rock out to Ashlee Simpson with the windows down, and hit up Rita’s before the boys hit the road, and I headed back to the Knor Hacienda in time to play with Penny, eat some always awesome Mom-Food, and chastise my dad for actually turning on “The Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood.”

Such a great weekend, it took nineteen posts to talk about it. Regularly scheduled programming will return soon. OXen, please post comments for “Bows & Toes” ideas. I’m ready to get nostalgic.

Until next time, I remain,
-apk