Babble - 4-26-04

Men and Boobs, Men are Boobs

Friday was a pretty crazy day at work, but I did manage to do some dog enrichment in the afternoon. We had four people this time, so it was a lot easier to manage all the dogs. It's always fun to have more people to talk to too. One of the dogs had horrific gas though.

After work I went with my mom to my uncle's company, to try to help them fix their computer problems. I've never worked with a network before (although I took a networking class a few years ago), so I really didn't know how much I was going to be able to fix. I managed to find what I think was the problem, but unfortunately, I discovered that they had fired the only person who knew much about computers, and had failed to get the right admin password for the network. So I wasn't able to really fix much of anything for them.

Marc and I went out to dinner with my parents and brothers afterwards, and then we drove to the Union City movie theater to meet up with my cousin Henry, who wanted to see Kill Bill 2. I'd wanted to see it again anyways, so I was perfectly happy.

While we were waiting for the previews to start, there was a couple getting seated near the front, and the girl was this Asian chick with big hair sporting a very obvious boob job. I KNEW that Marc was looking, and everytime I turned my head to him his eyes made an immediate beeline for the ceiling. Men.

Then I went to buy some drinks, and the girl was out there picking out some candy. I go up to the counter, and the guy is like, "Can I help you?" all the while looking over my head at the fake-boob girl. Of course, after the movie, Henry commented on it also. The funny thing is, none of them seemed to notice that this girl had an ugly face - proof that men never look above the chest, heh.

Anyways, the movie was just as awesome the second time around - I wanna see it again! Marc complained that Uma Thurman didn't look as hot in this movie as she did in Gattaca (he really dug the severe-bun look) - she's like five years older in Kill Bill, but I thought she still looked great.

Saturday

I woke up early on Saturday morning (early for me is 8:30; well, 11 is also early for me) and drove to Redwood City for boxing. It was good, but tiring, and I was still sleepy. I got home and showered, which was shower #2 for the day.

We had lunch (In & Out), and then it was off to Bandit's sheep herding. Jan had gone to a herding clinic the previous weekend, so we were working on new techniques this week. It was a good learning experience for both of us.

We came home, and I found that our yellow tang had passed away. I took him out, and it looked like he hadn't been eating, because he was really skinny (which was hard to see through the rubbermaid tub). I thought he'd been eating the seaweed, but it must have been the angel that was eating it all. Poor guy. :(

Marc picked up a couple of salads for dinner, and then it was time for shower #3, to get ready to go to the Saddle Rack in Fremont. The boxing instructor, Mike, was celebrating his birthday there, and my coworker Christine had invited us along. I never even knew there was a country club in Fremont, save for the old dingy South 40 club. This place was HUGE. It was pretty packed too. I think we were pretty much out of our element.

They had live bands playing, and a bunch of people doing line dancing. I wanted to do it, but Marc didn't. I'll have to re-learn the electric slide so the next time I'm in a country-western club I can do line dancing. Junior high PE classes were good for something after all! I did manage to drag Marc onto the dance floor a few times, and that was fun. Mike tried to teach both of us how to dance like some of the other people were dancing (going around the floor in a big circle), but I think we were a pair of hopeless cases.

They also had a mechanical bull there, and we watched a bunch of people get thrown off, which looked painful. I would've loved to try it, if there wasn't anyone looking. ;) Marc and I played a little pool too, and I totally kicked his butt. I scratched on the 8-ball on our last game, but I blame that on the fact that I'd had two drinks at that point, which is probably more alcohol than I've had in a year.

We got home at around 1 am, and I think I may have taken shower #4, but I honestly can't remember.

Sunday

Sunday morning, Marc's parents came by to drop off their dog, Snoopy. They were leaving for a two-week cruise, so the dog was staying with us. Marc was going to drop them off at the dock in SF, so we all drove up to have lunch at Scomas. I had lobster thermidor, which was REALLY yummy.

I took a separate car up to SF, since I had to leave a little early to head down to Santa Clara to take the final exam for traffic school. I actually managed to not get lost the whole way down. I passed with a 94. I didn't bother to stay to find out what I got wrong.

After I got home, Marc and I went to go look for shoes, but neither of us managed to find anything. We stopped by Target afterwards, and I picked up the Kill Bill 2 soundtrack. Marc bought a calculator that was on clearance from 99 cents to 68 cents - I don't know why, but he was very excited about it. He opened it up as we were leaving the store, and found out that it wasn't working. Wow, surprise. So we went back inside to customer service, and he says to the lady, "I bought this VERY expensive 68 cent calculator, and it doesn't work." I was cracking up, and so was the lady. So he managed to exchange it for one that worked, and spent the rest of the day playing with his 68 cent calculator. He was pretty darn proud of the thing.

The rest of the evening was spent mostly playing on the computer and watching TV, and then we took the dogs for a walk/run. We ended up bumping into one of the people that we took Bandit's advanced obedience class with. Turned out that he lived in our neighborhood. Small world!

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