I finally got my damn hair cut on Friday. I no longer feel like blurting, “Zoicks! C’mon, Scoob!” every hour or so.
Laura and I went to see Bodyworlds 2 with the Schoonovers on SaturdayI also did a little over nine miles on the bike at the North Chagrin Reservation, then completely negated any health benefit by gorging on lobster bisque and lasagna at Bravo! in Mentor. No one should eat that much lasagna in a single sitting, so naturally, I did.. There’s a big difference between going on a Friday afternoon versus going on a Saturday afternoon: hundreds of other people. When I went to the exhibit with my co-workers a couple of weeks ago, things were pretty quiet and laid back at the Great Lakes Science Center. On Saturday, however, there was a rather long line at the ticket counter and a two-hour wait to get into the Bodyworlds exhibit. On the bright side, this left us with plenty of time to mess with science!I would like to extend a personal apology to the staff and patrons of the Great Lakes Science Center for the unfortunate “incident” that occurred at approximately 4:14pm on Saturday, 10 September. Letting some people play with certain exhibits is like giving a toddler a fork and pointing him toward a power outlet. Honestly, you’d think that we’d know better by now.
On Sunday, Laura and I got together with some members of the now-defunct Ravenhill Book Club, which has been temporarily renamed the Ravenhill Pregnancy Club. When the book club was formed, all member couples were childless. In the intervening years, three of the five couples have successfully procreated. Now the remaining holdouts find themselves rather unexpectedly in the family way. Baby Murdoch is due in March, hot on the heels of Baby Johnson, so we got together to… well, gush, really.
Tonight, Miscellaneous G™ and I are going to watch Man With the Screaming Brain, written, directed by and starring the one and only Bruce Campbell.
TiVo is also patiently waiting for me to watch Collateral and The Crying Game. I’m sure there’s a joke about Tom Cruise’s girlfriend’s penis in there if you think about it long enough.
Busy, busy weekend.
On Friday we had a “team event” at work. My team consists of five peons and one overlord, and we decided a month or so ago that we’d all like to see the Bodyworlds 2 exhibit at the Great Lakes Science Center. Most of us piled into the MVoD at noon and within moment escaped the gravitational well of the office. We had lunch at ¿Que Tal? and then it was off to the Science Center.
The exhibit was fascinating. That Gunther
Gebel-Williams von Hagen is either a straight-up old school mad scientist or a stone-cold serial killer. Either way, he put together an impressive array of human cadavers that provides unprecedented insight into human anatomy. I came away amazed that the world doesn’t break us into tiny pieces on a daily basis.
After the exhibit we proceeded to the New York Spaghetti House for dinner. We all split the mozzarella marinara appetizer and I enjoyed a raspberry martini, house salad (excellent dressing), lasagna and tiramisu. It was all excellent.
Saturday morning I was supposed to go cycling with Bob, but it rained, so we opted to forgo the cycling in favor of breakfast at IHOP. To make up for not doing 10+ miles on the bike, I practiced my power-eating on four pancake-wrapped sausage links and a large orange juice. I’m pretty sure that qualifies as aerobic exercise.
After breakfast, the Xbox LAN party commenced. There was much playing of HALO 2 and Project Gotham Racing 2, which lasted until at least one wee hour of the morning. I got home at about a quarter of two on Sunday morning and was just as surprised as Laura to find me still in bed when she got home from church at one in the afternoon.
Laura and I had lunch at Red Robin, did a little shopping, then went home so I could get the printer connected to her newly-moved PC. I played a little Tetris Worlds while Laura napped, then I mowed the lawn. It was just the sort of hectic, fast-paced, action-packed day that separates our thrill-a-minute lifestyle from the mundane, humdrum existence of “normal” folks.
Apart from learning that Laura is eighteen weeks pregnant, that pretty much sums up our weekend.