What did you actually do at the weekend, and how did it meet your expectations?

On Sunday I sat round the house doing not much, expecting to go out later b-b-but that did not work out, so me and the Arsemonkey watched lots and lots of Jackass (too much) and got overexcited about ordering a super size pizza.

That is my life, tell me yours!

I expected to be more active on Sunday than I actually was.

I deem the weekend a success.

On Sunday I downloaded indiepop songs from the net. Some were quite good.

I have/had no expectations.

Was she called Lara?

saturday i spent all day suffering from friday

sunday i pottered about, downloaded 55 versions of somewhere over the rainbow, had a chat with Anna on the phone, got a takeaway, looked at statravel

Tell me Nicole Kidman did not come into the frey??

it was all a bit nike ad/blazing squad

Didn't see any films in the cinema which is very very unusual for me. Am now hankering.

I went to see Mr. Shirokuma in Manchester this weekend, it rocked. I now have a clutch of his songs to remix and tart up for his pending assault on the world of audio. All of this was slightly tempered by the fact that I spent 2 hrs on one of his tracks on Sunday, only for the file to just *disappear* from my computer. It's just vanished. Grr.

saturday, got up early, worked from 8 to 3. went home, then went out to the pub in bray with a few mates, the g/f and a couple of her mates. good night out, so that was ok.

sunday - went to work in the shop 8.30 to 2, went home and watched football, went out to the cinema with the g/f, saw "final destination" which was entertainingly bad. went home, slept.

good enough weekend, too much shop work and early rising though. i posted a fair bit on ilx throughout.

Sat: food and furniture shopping, library, then WORK for 2 hours, then coffee and catch-up with friend S, then huge Mexican FEAST plus 2 bottles of wine at home with Matt and G while doing cryptic crosswords and trying to find records with phones in them for G's EFL class.

Sun: hungover lie-in, fried breakfast, attempt at writing, laundry, walk in the park and viewing of ultimate frisbee game, much crap TV, a quick [censored], made stir fry, watched more TV, went out for chocolate, bed.

It was fairly nice apart from the having to go to work bit.

On Saturday I stayed in bed till 2pm, the went food shopping and to the pub, followed by an ill-advised night at a dismal indie club, made some new friends and ended up at a random house somewhere in the depths of SE London.

On Sunday I went home and went back to bed for most of the afternoon. Then some art student people came round and we ate dinner sitting at a table for the first time in months, drank wine, played Marvel Top Trumps and had a generally pleasant time. I then missed 24, much to my annoyance as it was the only thing I had actually planned to do all weekend.

It was a good'un.

Sat: Emma & I went round to a friend's where we met up with some other friends of ours whose wedding we went to last October. They'd brought their wedding video (which was v. slick and included all the guests' names in the closing credits). Tried to work out who the vicar reminded us of. Realised it was Harold out of Neighbours. We also ate a Chinese takeaway, which was v. good value (there was lots of food left over).

Sun: slept mainly, because I felt very faint in Sainsburys and walked into a wall. This was very scary!

Fri and Sat lived up to expectations. Sunday was weird. I feel ok now tho.

Friday - family indian takeaway
Saturday - picked up daughter from sleepover, did 3 hours college work before lunch(!), went to supermarket, hired SDS high-impact drill to drill holes in patio (more later), kept an eye on Italy v Ireland on TV, friends C and J came over, watched Wales regain some dignity v England with shedloads of beer, had dinner, much wine etc
Sunday - rugby a.m. , pm drilled holes in patio and put up most of a pergola, evening a bit of e-bay admin and a couple of hours college work.
Only bad thing - not much music time.

saturday-went to see a flat [the fourth or so in a while]-was twenty minutes late-everything always seems to work out for the best, though-flat was perfect and we decided to take it-me and ally went back to my home village and drank beer and wine and watched telly.

sunday-got up late-meant to see the second the lord of the rings but, by the time we had had lunch, we were too late-walked around part of the eastend of glasgow looking at new buildings and old buildings and then the green and a train station that isn't used-went ten pin bowling at a crap alley-I won three times-went to the pub for food-went to another pub for a quiz-won the quiz-some guy talked to me about his perforated eardrums and about his job at the natural heritage/whatever and protecting birds and how I just want to develop places and how wind farms are terrible and nuclear power is the greenest and his son, james-he didn't annoy me as much as I thought he would have.

yeah, I had a fun weekend.

eg.
"excuse me this wine is very dry do you have something sweeter?"
"no i'm afraid that's the only white wine we have. would you prefer the red?"
"...my wine is too dry. i want it sweeter"
"i'm sorry but it's the only one we have"
"all the other function centres do it!"
"yeah, i'm really sorry but it's the only one we have"
"can you ask someone?"
"i'm pretty sure it's all we've got - can i get you something else instead, we have champagne, or orange juice"
"can you ask someone?"
(grr)"ok i'll ask someone for you" (go to the bar, chat with hannah about something else, when i get back customer has left table.)

haha enough fascinating anecdotes. after the wedding i got a lift home with a mate and we spent two hours (1am-3am) parked outside my house bitching about our bosses and coworkers! my neighbour got suspicious and came out and stared right in our window not realising it was me... it was pretty scary!

sunday: it was really humid. i went for a walk but was accumulating a thick layer of grime so i took a short cut back. was going to see some comedy improv with nellie but the heat had quickened everyone's temper - we had a fight so i stayed home. looked up a few msg boards and suddenly remembered @ 8:30pm that cornelius were playing at the metro so i hooked up with some buddies and did that instead and it was great!

Sunday was really great though. I finally bought the Bjork Royal Opera House DVD that I had ordered (see the 3 things you want picture thread) and it was even better than I had imagined. I also worked on my 13 things for the ILX swap. And I worked on a song for fun bjork-style in the guitar room with tracks of xylophone, drum machine, and beat boxing (through distortion which made it sound really cool). Finished off the day with a long walk around the neighborhood with my bf. Wasn't too cold out.

Slept all day Saturday, didn't get much accomplished. Went to a friend's birthday party at her apartment in Park Slope, had a good time, flirted, drank. I got her Woody Allen's Manhattan on DVD. We watched a little "Showtime at the Apollo" towards the end, then I took a long subway ride home. Bought a Sunday NY Times, then checked email, then went to sleep.

Got up kinda late on Sunday, spent most of the day reading the paper and listening to music. Then I made dinner. Then I went to go see NNCK and Jesus with Me at the Knitting Factory. Drank a few, then after the set took a couple tokes outside off a one-hitter. Then took a long subway ride home.

and you said no? how did she take it? we want more!

Saturday morning I bummed around, filling myself up with Lemsip so I'd be able to survive the AFC Wimbledon Vs Withdean 2000 game in the afternoon. Attended the game with my friend Becky - possibly the first time we've ever seen each other alone - and sloped off miserably after we lost this potential promotion-decider 0-2. Becky and I went round our friend Joanna's house to hceer her up (she's just been dumped), only to be regaled with long descriptions of the sex she'd been having all morning with her (previous) ex. A delightful afternoon/evening spent lounging around eating curry and watching rugby, Stars in their Eyes and About a Boy, before I drove home and packed myself off to bed with another Lemsip and The Premiership.

Sunday was a quick lunch at my parents' house. I was in a foul temper, so I went off to play football in the park. This cheered me up no end, especially as I ended up round my mate Harry's house to watch the Liverpool match. Came home for dinner and to chat with my gf online, then went out to meet Harry at a local pub for a pub quiz. Although it was just the two of us, and we were SO bad that we almost didn't hand in our sheet, we ended up coming a frankly unbelieveable 5th and won 3 pints of beer.

A good weekend. B+

Saturday I was so hungover I was paralysed.

Sunday I was still hungover but I decided to work through it. Bought a leg of lamb and roasted it while I watched bowling (the Tarheel classic) and the Nissan open on TV.

The leg of lamb exceeded my expectations.

Friday: Went to local bar to meet a friend. I saw some other friends there, so we had a laugh. I told them to come over for brownies sometime. Then I drank a lot and brought my gentleman caller to my house to watch Graham Norton. Dolly Parton was on, which was great as we'd been talking about her earlier.

Saturday: Yucky rain. We went to lunch and the supermarket. I took a nap.

Sunday: I went to the local church book sale, and bought a bunch of books. Then my landlords invited me for dinner so I visited with them. We watched Bob the Builder and Wallace and Gromit. Well, they have a two year old.

Saturday: Sticky morning after fun with Hilton. Meet my expectations? He surpassed my expectations. He went off to play a gig in Leicester and I went back to bed with more Lemsip to sleep until CTCL DJ thing. Which was GRATE. Everyone loved my bubblegum, someone actually came up to ask me what track I had just played (it was Hilton, funnily enough!), and I mistakenly played a TODD track without realising that TODD were actually there (they were not offended, though, in fact, totally chuffed). Oh, and kaitO were GRATE as well.

Sunday: Went grocery shopping and bought more Lemsip, to which I am now addicted. Had first Lollies rehearsal since last year. I was expecting it to be really awkward and yucky, since breaking up and reforming, but it was actually quite good. We were rusty, but we pulled ourselves together. Managed actually NOT to fight even though my bandmates didn't even pretend to be excited about me and Hilton (I think they are paranoid that I will leave our band for Hilton's, and I probably would have, would Hilton have had me).

So, erm, YES!!! Everything about this weekend was GRATE, everything met and usually surpassed my expectations. Gigs, orgasms, DJ-ing, rehearsals, everything. Hurrah! Best! Weekend! EVAH!!!

Sat night was a sound poetry festival that I helped organize and which I emceed. That went far better than expected. There was a point where people from around the world (US, France, Vietnam, the Netherlands, etc.) called into a few cell phones and performed their sound poetry, and that was insane. And the house was packed and the acts were sufficiently varied and my emceeing was bland but I didn't want it to be the all-about-me show. So it was great.

Decided not to go to some friend-of-a-friend's party where my groupie was going to be (and was hoping I'd come to); really, why should I go out of my way to meet the supershy groupies? That is ass-backwards. He can come to bowling tonight.

Sunday I rearranged my room -- with the iMac replaced by the iBook I realized I didn't need the huge computer desk anymore, so furniture was moved and my room was cleaned (partway). It was nice. Then I downloaded a bunch of ephemeral films. It was terrific.

Decided not to call up the straight guy I have a crush on and invite him to drinks, because I felt tired and homebodyish but really it seemed like too much effort (too frustrating!) and anyway he was just over a few nights before (my roommate -- the straight male one, who at one point I had a small crush on --agreed that he is a very hot slice of toast).

A boozy time was had by all, and we (me and the 5 staying at mine) kept ourselves awake on the long night bus home by drinking vodka.

I felt like death warmed up as I had to be up on the Saturday at 10, and found the German guests tucking into a can of astra beer (4.9%) for breakfast. Gott in Himmel!

We then went to Kingsmeadow where I left them in Fat Boy's Cafe where they all had a fry up. We all then watched the game which had a cracking atmosphere but was k-rub performance (see Mark C's post). Did a collection for York City which raised 2200 pounds which was heartwarming.

We then went to the bar where we drank some more. The St Pauli fans periodically sang one of their songs which aurally, kept turning into 'Skol , skol, skol, skol, skol' but translated into 'We are from the North, we rape and pillage, we never wash, we are St Pauli'. We all then went to the 'I love my club' disco which was a bit like a wedding reception in style and feel, but we didn't let that affect our enjoyment.

The only problem came in terms of getting the Germans back to Germany, and after an hour of walking around Motspur Park we found a bus to get to Wimbledon. The Germans then decided they needed more booze and two ran off to find an off-licence. We tried to explain that at 1am, this was unlikely. The others missed a bus waiting for their comrades, but all was forgiven as they had somehow found a way of buying 10 cans of Fosters from a shop on The Broadway. We waved them off onto the night bus at 1.20am and was relieved to find out today they'd made it home.

The weekend was brilliant though, apart from the result of the game. For giving them floorspace in my house, they left me 4 scarves, 3 bottles of vodka, 400 fags and a super duper St Pauli t-shirt. They were lovely people and can't wait to go and meet them in 2 weeks. Magic!

Sat.--Went to Amoeba where I bought the "Danger! High Voltage!" with the Jacques Le Cont mix, then realized it might not be the best song to play in a crowded nightclub this weekend. "Fire in the disco! Fire in the disco!" Picked up my friend Kristian at the airport and complained about mutual friends. Didn't see Russian Ark, it appears to have closed in LA. DJed at the gay bar, nobody danced till 11:30. Some guy gave me a $5 tip for playing something, that never happens. No hideous new age Course of Miracles queens complained about the "darkness" of the music this time.

Sun--Got up at 7:30 to be an extra in a tire commercial downtown. Just walked up and down a little street near MOCA for 8 hours. They're having a Lucian Freud show at MOCA and there are posters of the Leigh Bowery painting hanging from streetlights all over town. That's kind of nice. Came home and fell asleep. I'd only slept about 4 hours the night before. Woke up and watched the last hour and a half of the Grammies.

Saturday: DJed at club for about twenty minutes. stupid band soundchecks eating into my time. got drunk. woman i was with saw ex-b/f hooking up with other woman, literally ran away. i got more drunk.

Sunday: went to local pancake house. mmm chocolate chip pancakes. went to record exchange and bought reissue of Elvis Costello's Spike. demos better than actual album.

Dave, you must live the most frightening life imaginable. Do the beer pong players follow you to the bank and stuff?

Woke up on Friday with hangover and went to pub for lunch with Madeline before doing a little bit of shopping around Brighton, went home for Fish'n'Chips and TOTP, before meeting up with friends for a few drinks and then clubbing at 'Glitter and Twisted' at The Joint.

Spent Saturday afternoon listening to the Football on the radio, a very dispointing 2-2 draw with Grimsby which leaves us further adrift from the play off positions. Went to Sainsbury food shopping, and made Risotto. Watched 'Catch Me If You Can' on DVD and some episodes of 24.

Spent Sunday going to the garden centre and making a start on cleaning out the garden for herb planting, made homity pie for diner, and popped out for a couple of light ales at night, before rounding off the weekend watching more episodes of 24 (we're only half way through series 1 at the moment and are catching up.)

All in all quite productive, and pretty fun. Great to spend a weekend with Madeline again after 6 weeks of her away.

Ya bootlegging fiend. ;-)

Saturday night - My sister and her new bf came over to visit, drank way too much and had to listen to sisters new bf tell me why Good Charlotte is the best band in the world. Told him to go to bed.

Mission of Burma in Philly on Saturday! After a long drive down from NYC that afternoon (incl. an ill-fated detour into Delaware thanks to my navigationally-challenged travel companion), arrived in time for dinner then show. Met up with Douglas, Maura, Geeta and other NYC peeps.

Sunday: Overslept, rushed to get back to NYC. Foiled by NJ turnpike closure due to fog, exacerbated by continued inability of travel companion to read a map, spot road signs, etc. Arrived home to find strange people wandering through my home (broker showing my apt. to prospective buyers). Rested for a bit then went out with friends for an impromptu birthday dinner for one of them in Little Italy.

Sunday I was up at 4:30am, wrote another piece, went out for much of the day, bought Motown: The Classic Years CD w/a gift certificate a friend gave me for my b-day (thanks A!), took notes on a book review (and more microhouse notes), came home and wrote the book review, watched the Grammys for the website, wrote it up, hung out on ILx till 2am, fell dead asleep. up today at 8:45 w/alarm. I'm normal again, hurrah! and no closer to finishing the two pieces due today. grrrr.

Oh sweet GOD that sounds good.

Saturday I slept until about 10:30, but then I took a 2 1/2 hour nap later in the afternoon. I wasn't really good for anything much. Sunday I managed to get to the gym for the first time in weeks, worked out, and practiced some dancing. (I think I'm beginning to get fox trot.)

Saturday, woke up relatively late despite going to bed at 11pm. Drove downtown to meet old co-workers for lunch at Wolfgang Pucks. Shopped around by myself at the Virgin Megastore. Then spent another half hour at the Philosophy counter. Walked around downtown in the sunshine incredibly happy. Saturday night, my friend Kate picked me up and we ate spaghetti together. Then we record-shopped. Then we met up with her friends at this bar and I drank raspberry stoli & soda. A few hours later, we went to a club called Dance-a-tron where I proceeded to get really drunk and I danced and looked pretty dumb. After the club Kate and I and a bunch of people went to a diner and I hiccuped through two cups of coffee.

Sunday morning woke up slightly hungover but determined to GET STUFF DONE. Sprang out of bed at 11 and did dishes, laundry, cleaned the bathroom, the kitchen, vacuumed, took out the trash, then walked to the store and bought groceries. Came back and talked to JtN on the telephone. Started to snow after the phonecall, and I started to feel that late Sunday depression. Called my friend Jim and we had dinner together at a crappy diner then saw "Gangs of New York" together.

Pretty good weekend: A-
I think it met expectation.

BurmaKitty's weekend=

MISSION OF BURMA - atlanta, thurs
MISSION OF BURMA - wdc, fri
MISSION OF BURMA - philadelphia, sat

WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WOULD BE AT THE PHILLY SHOW!!!!

Argh!

If you wanna enter to win one of them silly robot toys like the one that was on Peter Prescott's plexiglas until it fell off see my contest-
http://missionofburma.com/bgu/original/page1.html

Sorry I missed you :)

Not to the bank, but they do occasionally show up in my classes. Ever heard of Newman's Day?

Otherwise, walked around a lot, drank a lot, if I never see prime rib again in my life (or until the next Vegas excursion) it will be ok with me, won $250 and ultimately am glad as hell to be home.

Spencer, you were right - half of LA was there.

Your weekend sounds so alien to me that I'm impressed by it. Casinos, prime-rib and cornrows are not very common in Dublin y'see, any combination of the three would make for an 'unusual' weekend here.

well, sleep would be gorgeousss

Saturday, got up about 4, felt very hungover and sick, decided to cancel my plans to go and see Lottie DJ, instead I got a nice takeaway, prawns with chilli and salt, my favourite, I had enough cash so it wasn't a really disgusting msg style chinese. Chatted to Gareth on AIM. This was the first Saturday I haven't been out at a club in god knows how long.

Sunday, went to supermarket to buy food for dinner, in the end cooked not very nice chicken wings and made mashed potato. Also bought some CDs, Behaviour by the Pet Shop Boys and some rock compilation cos I couldn't face wading through an album. Later on ate the leftovers of previous nights chinese, had a beer, chatted on AIM and then went to bed.

It was a dull enough weekend but my parents had been away so long (they got back yesterday) that I was tired of having people in and getting drunk and every night ending up going on till 5 in the morning.

Spent the next morning playing on the Playstation and realising I was fast getting a stinking cold. By the time I went to meet Isabel it was pretty much paralysing me and I sat in her car going 'arg'. We picked up her engagement ring from the jewellers but then cancelled the planned pub/curry cos I was feeling too rotten and went home instead. I rallied a bit, we went out for a curry which was nasty but we also decided to go to POLAND for our honeymoon yay.

Suunday morning I read the papers and Isabel slept in, then we headed to Oxfordshire to the Cotswold Wildlife Park so Isabel could see some capybaras - both still alive despite one being v.old. Also much gibbon and tapir action. Traffic jam on way back relieved by singing along to Human League songs. Home in time for 24. Still ill.

I'd have liked to go out with Isabel and friends but aside from that a good weekend, met expectations.

i think i must've gone to CWP for field trips every year for about 5 years at primary / junior school. that and west midlands safari park. and bibury trout farm.

and now that i'm here:

friday evening: 3.5 hours to get home, a personal worst.

saturday: the usual catch-up of the week's tv then into central london. bought more records than expected but they were all things i needed or bargains (barbed wire kisses on cd for 4 quid in hmv) so i can't complain. comics. home via supermarket. watched 4 episodes of buffy, csi, half the jackasses.

sunday: bath. rest of jackasses, dark angel (hate the new voiceover during titles and longer hair), 4 more episodes of buffy. tivo pleasingly empty now except for the totp2 with altered images, the totp2 with teardrop explodes, 'once more with feeling' and last week's grand designs (mini tate modern ex-water pumping station turned into residence: http://www.channel4.com/life/microsites/0-9/4homes/grand_designs/derbyshire.html ). put all of saturday's vinyl onto minidisc to listen to on train. packed for monday. watched 24 and wondered why i was bothering.

andy

I tried to watch 24 but was so tired went to bed after 15 mins. I made it to the part where Jack turns up with a HEAD IN BOX haha but that was it.

Should I start a Dark Angel thread I wonder...

I want to go shopping again now. Somebody cut my cards up quick!

Chicago

Does what it says on the tin. A Stage Musical starring Catherine Zeta-Jones, Renee Zellweger and Richard Gere. If this sounds like something you'd enjoy, knock yourself out. I though this was the first time I'd seen any of the stars, but of course I saw High Fidelity, which means this movie is Taking Sides: Rob Fleming-Gordon vs. Bridget Jones in disguise.

The Good Thief

A really good little heist movie. Well made, with sharp dialogue, a great end and fine acting throughout. If you're of a disposition to lament how Hollywood doesn't make great movies anymore, you'll find a lot of fuel for your argument here, from Nick Nolte shooting up at the start to the great twist at the end.

Adaptation

I was probably over-hyped on this. It's a bit more focussed than Being John Malkovich, though without real payoff. Whether that's intentional irony or not, I can't really decide. Nicholas Cage is incredible throughout. The monologue at the start pretty much describes my mental state at the moment, and there were bits of the film where I couldn't watch him. This is intended as a serious compliment. I'll probably have to watch it again.