2003-10-27 - 8:14 a.m.

I'm going to do a pre-emptive Quick Note today so that I may force myself to actually get shit done and not dawdle on Diaryland all day.

So, for those of you wondering, my Mom's birthday was a blast. We ate massive amounts of Indian food with her work colleagues (as well as Shkbob, who was my date for the evening) and she got wrizecked off of two glasses of Riesling. And that's when she felt the need to tell me and everyone at the table all about the sex shoppe she went into in New Orleans.

Now, most people who read this know my mom, and know that she's one of those cool moms who let me have parties at the house in high school and was usually telling me I made the margaritas wrong, but, y'know, as much as I love having the kind of mom that I can talk about almost anything with, I really didn't need to hear her talking about porno over my saag paneer.

So, I apologize to those I could not talk to over the weekend, as I was either at my niece's birthday party (she turned 1, and I think her party might be tomorrow's entry) or my mother's party, or trying to retain sanity in between. As for yesterday, I woke up, drove back to Austin, had lunch with urban family member Anita and was ready to worship her mother as a god for the amazing Indian food she cooked, watched Bend It Like Beckham (kicked serious amounts of ass, featuring the hottitude of Parminder Nagra, Keira Knightley, AND Jonathan Rhys-Meyers), went home, worked out, and collapsed.

Hope everyone had as full a weekend, and as full a stomach as I had at the end. As for now, I have to input bills into QuickBooks for the next few hours, and e-mail professors about more recommendations. Whooptie-fucking-shit.

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