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Weekend Update . . . with MrsHughey

Wow! Today while I was at work, after recounting the superbowl results, a coworker asked me if I did anything this weekend besides the Superbowl. I had to think about it, not because I didn't do anything, but because I could hardly remember the beginning of the weekend!

- FRIDAY -

Friday night was the Burn's Night black tie dinner. I did not want to go. It seemed like a fairly lame excuse for a lot of MCR members to drink a lot of whisky. I hadn't wanted Andrew to sign us up to attend, and wasn't going to attend except for two reasons: (1) we would have to pay for it even if we didn't go (our names were on the list) and (2) our friend Emily was doing a reading for it that I helped her write. Plus, that Mr. Hughey looks mad sexy in a tux! After another busy day, we barely got home with enough time to change for dinner. But it turned out the event wasn't so bad after all. It was very, very Scottish and the poetry was mostly bad, but funny. We ate vegetarian hagus which was like a lentil loaf and better than most Hertford food. Afterward, we went back to the Octagon and watched others drink too much whisky. Then we slipped off un-noticed while everyone was going to the bar. After all, I'd been up since 6.

- SATURDAY -

Saturday we attended Chicago at the cinema with friends PJ, Rich and Mindy. We sat in the "ultra-posh" section of the theatre. The seats are up in the balcony, but are very large with little food trays and they're two seats connected as opposed to a whole row. Plus there's tons of leg rom. Very comfy, which was good because the movie wasn't as good as I'd hoped and didn't rope me in very well. So at least I was comfy, since I never achieved my desired state of being so lost in the film that I forgot where I was. I'd give it a B, maybe a B-. It's just not my type of musical - very jazzy and gritty and such. Eh.

Satruday night we got take-away from a favourite pizzeria in Summertown and sat home watching our new Monty Python and the Holy Grail DVD on Andrew's computer. Pretty nerdy, sure, but it was fun.

- SUNDAY -

Sunday we slept in because we knew it would be a loooong day. We got into town and had a snack, then went to church. Afterward, we walked to the Hertford Graduate Centre (where most of the Hertford MCR members live) with Rich, who lives there. He is the MCR arts director and was hosting a movie night, followed by the superbowl. All of this took place not in his small room, but in the large common room with the nice (although not particularly large) flat-screen TV. Rich had not chosen the film; that task was given to the MCR treasurer, Leah. She chose Zoolander, which none of us (including her) had ever seen. Rich rented the video and we watched. It was . . . very silly and sometimes funny but overall pretty bad. There were only 4 or 5 of us there watching anyway.

After that, we waited for the superbowl coverage to begin at 11 pm. Kickoff was at 11:30 (that's "half eleven" in British English). The hosts for the UK telecast were an American guy with little knowledge of football, an English guy who used to play American football in the now-defunct European league (and for one year in the US) and who was apparently horrible, and Seal. Yeah, the singer. Y'know, "Kiss from a Rose"? Yeah, him. I know! Fortunately, those jokers did not do the play-by-play and color announcing. They just talked from their London studio while Americans at home got to watch the new commercials. The real announcing was left to Troy Aikman (whose name I probably spell wrong and will not bother to look up) and some other American guy, who were apparently being punished and forced to voice the international Superbowl telecast. It was full of idiotic football information even I know, like what the "end zone" is called and how many points you get for a touchdown.

Once the telecast started, it was quite exciting. For most of the evening it was just Andrew, Rich and me. PJ was there for a while and other folks kind of came and went. At around 2, the 3rd quarter had ended with Tampa safely in the lead and Rich went to bed. We stayed until 2:30, when there was 10 minutes left in the game and Tampa was ahead 15 to 34. When we arrived home it was about 3:15. We turned on our radio to see if we could catch the final score and lucked out that there was an "international sports update" on at about that time. They gave the final score and we were stunned to learn we had missed 3 more touchdowns! WOW! As my dad would say, it was "a deal!". Anyway, it was quite an exciting game and we were energetically supporting the home team. As was Rich (who's from Rhode Island, but rooted for the Bucs in the game), who has successfully predicted the winners of the last 17 Superbowls.

This morning I was on time for my 8 to 12 shift at the Bodleian and yes, I did have time to shower, put on makeup, dry my hair and everything! I went home after lunch to change but did not take a nap. I'm tired but hanging in.

Lots of little odds and ends to take care of. We finally got to STA travel today to get our tickets home, only to discover that they can't be of service to us. UG! Since I'm cashing in frequent flyer miles for Andrew's ticket, I have to go directly through Virgin-Atlantic. The individual ticket will cost me more that way, but not nearly as much as buying two tickets. Also, the STA here can't be of help in getting us discounted tickets from Florida to Salt Lake City (where my sister, her husband, and two of my cats live) because they don't have deals with the airlines in the US. So it was a big fat bust. Bummer. Have to take care of it via phone and internet after all.

This week: more working, more writing, more arranging travel plans, and on Friday I'm guest DJing for 15 minutes at the Bop (that's a college dance). Gareth, social director extraordinnaire, is looking for somebody to DJ at a future bop when he can't be there, so he's having a sort of "contest" and pretending it's not a contest to get somebody to take over his job. We love you, Gareth!

If I can pry the camera away from my husband, I'll put up some pics of the black tie affair.

That's the news and I . . . am . . . outta here!

Posted by Erin at January 27, 2003 05:24 PM