Back in NH

Thursday after work, Lori wanted to go out and see "Into the Woods" at Prescott Park. We planned to meet at 7:30, but circa 7:35 she called saying she couldn't find anywhere to park. So she drove by where I was waiting, and we headed off to grab something to eat. We got on I-95 North and before we knew it, we were driving through York Beach, Maine. It looked so nice and uncrowded we decided to stop there and forget about the play. I grabbed a sandwich at the local deli and she bought a kite that turned out to not have any string. What kind of shit is that? Anyway, we're sitting there on the beach and she says rhetorically that she wants to go in. I say I'd pay her if she did, thinking who in their right mind wants to go jump in the cold Maine ocean at 8:00 at night? She asked how much, and I low balled it at 20 bucks, again thinking no one would do it for a measly twenty. Her eyes widened, "Twenty! Really?!" And off she went. No bathing suit or anything. So I'm standing there holding her sunglasses while she's out frolicking in the freezing-ass ocean, with people walking by laughing at this crazy girl in the water. I make excuses, "Oh, I'm paying her to do that," etc etc. Finally she comes back in, and I give her my hoodie and we sit back down. More talk... "I can't believe you did that" blah blah "It wasn't that cold," etc etc. Then she offers to give me back my twenty if I go in. Now what would Matt N do in this situation? How about a "Hell No?" Yeah, that seems right. But that's not what I said, I say "I'll do it before we go so I'm not freezing my ass off outside," and thirty minutes later before we're ready to take off, I remove my shoes, my watch, my cell, my wallet, and yes my shirt, and run into that freakin freezing ocean at full speed. Much to my surprise it wasn't all that cold, and there weren't creepy crawling things all up in my feet and shorts, which is why I stay out of the ocean to begin with. I spend a good 3 minutes out there enjoying it and come back in all psyched. What fun. Lori can't believe it, because of what a tight ass I usually am, and she seems glad she's not the only one who's drenched anymore. We start to pick up our stuff as the tide comes in and washes over the blanket, soaking it, which we then have to lug back to the car. We drive off in the wrong direction, blasting "It's My Life" at one point, and finally turning around and heading back home. Fun night, especially for a Thursday.

Friday night, uhhhh...I slept. Saturday I weeded the yard for like 3 hours, after having a conversation with my landlord about how I need to water the fucking trees (what an idiot). Fine, I'll weed, but I ain't watering no fucking trees. After that, I studied hard for the GMAT, finishing the Math section and getting through the Sentence Structure lesson with no problem at all (thanks, Observer). I really hope I'm ready for the test by the end of August, otherwise I might not be able to enroll in January.

On Sunday Lori calls and wants to see a matinee of "The Wedding Crashers," which I'm happy to do. It's a fun movie, with a fairly relentless manic energy to it thanks to Vince Vaughn's crackerjack, motor-mouth performance that alone makes the movie worth seeing. It's a formula flick, but with good comedic performances from all involved, even the main love interest, Rachel McAdams, who hardly misses a bit. Owen Wilson I've never seen as a sleazy kind of guy, so his portrayal of a wedding crasher is a little unconvincing, especially in comparison to Vaughn. There are no BIG laugh out loud moments that people are gonna be talking about...just very consistent jokes and one-liners and personalities that keep you entertained for the full 2 hours. Quality comedy. 3.5/5.

After the movie I met my parents in Ogunquit at the Lobster Pound, where you can choose your own lobster to eat. I actually went to the wrong place, waiting at the "Cape Neddick Lobster Pound" and then arguing with my dad on my cell about why we couldn't find each other. The meal was fantastic, very fresh lobster (obviously-- 10 minutes before we sentenced the poor things to death -- "That one!"). We talk family (yes Lisa, you), politics, and movies. Good stuff. I follow them back to their house to do laundry and watch "Family Guy," which was the worst of the season, especially in comparison to last week's most excellent episode featuring the "Take On Me" gag. God that was hilarious. So was Stewie's giant unemptied diaper. Ahhh, "Family Guy."

Speaking of TV, tonight begins the season premiere of the best damn show on television: "Laguna Beach." Watch it and be mesmerized. 10pm, MTV. A whole full hour. Ohhh yeeeaah.