Boooooo.

Boo, I say, to this weekend.

The easiest Boo I have is to Interview with the Vampire, which I watched this afternoon for the second time in my life, and which I believe now I’ll never bother with again. The first time I saw it I found it overdramatic, gothic to the point of ridiculousness, and draggy. I found these same qualities this time around, but I wasn’t in quite as good a mood. Say whatever you like about the Twilight movies, at least there’s a minimum of the snarling-vampire-with-blood-dripping-from-his-fangs crap. I also felt uneasy with all of the homosexual tension floating around - not because I’m uneasy about homosexuality, but because everyone else seemed to be – the actors, the writer, the director - and yet they put it in there anyway.

Boo number two is directed at yesterday, in which virtually the entire day was spent doing things I did not choose to do. I left the house at 11:30 with MM and we went together to BF’s cousin’s wedding shower, which was at a very fancy country club in Potomac. There were dainties to eat and plenty of champagne, but in general it was a girly afternoon with lots of people I didn’t know and seemed to go on forever and I really would rather have been at home with my feet up. I got a lot of questions about my own shower which no one but MM knows that I’m not having, and was told that even though I don’t want one at all, I would be tied up, gagged, and forced to attend a bachelorette party held for me. I joked that they could have one in my honor instead, ha ha ha. This was lots of fun for me, did I mention that? After the shower was finally over MM took me back to her house, where BF had been all day with MD cleaning out the attic and the basement. They are having a yard sale of epic proportions next weekend, where they will sell about 30 years’ worth of accumulated unnecessary stuff. I don’t think they’ve had a single yard sale in 25 years – can you imagine how much stuff that is?

BF and MD had spent all day on this project, and it still wasn’t nearly done by the time MM and I got back. I know that MM will be spending a good deal of next week on it, but still…they should have started in March. Or maybe scheduled an additional date for the sale in another two weeks. Also, do you know who will be spending all of next Saturday at this yard sale, helping? Yep, you guessed it.

So MM made us dinner after I helped the boys a little, still in my wedding-shower dress and wedding-shower shoes and wedding-shower makeup, and then we ate it and talked until about 8:30, when BF and I finally piled in the car and went home. And went straight to bed, without passing Go or collecting $200. Yes, it was early, especially for a Saturday night, but I was tired from having to socialize and BF was tired from looking at endless boxes of toys and comic books (he’s keeping the comics), and we dropped right off. Easily the best part of the day.

A non-boo goes to my subconscious, which gave me a very detailed and very sexy dream about Robert Pattinson which also involved a swimming pool and Justin Timberlake (to whom I’m not attracted at all). And then I woke up and went to teach yoga. I quickly wrote a backbending class in the hopes of shaking off the mildew and poor temper that had formed over my head, but even three wonderful regulars couldn’t accomplish it. I taught a fun class and wasn’t sorry, but I didn’t get a feedback form and I’d really wanted to sleep in.

Boo to my studio, which for some reason skipped over me when doing payroll last week. It happens, and it’s like $50, but it still would have come in handy. Hopefully it’ll get straightened out and I’ll have a check tomorrow afternoon. Boo to N, who has decided she’s not going to teach on Sundays at 4:00 at all. The other two weeks of the month have been offered to another teacher, but she doesn’t seem to want to do it, so I volunteered. I really think it’ll be a good time slot for yin yoga, when I get to be able to teach it, and although I’m betting it’ll be slow all summer, I don’t mind that much. I mind that N has decided to drop it after saying she wouldn’t, because I could have just started April by being the sole teacher in the time slot. But it’s not much of a surprise.

Boo to BF’s work, who have stolen him away from me today.

Boo to my feet, which are so unaccustomed to wearing heels that my adventures on Wednesday, when I wore low heels and had to unexpectedly walk to and from the courthouse twice, created blisters on the bottoms of my feet that, despite popping them at least four times and eventually punching larger holes in them so they’d stop filling up, still hurt. I guess I should boo the heels, not my feet, because my feet are just doing their best. But they’re what’s hurting.

Boo most especially to myself. I have been procrastinating all day long rather than studying for the exam I have tomorrow night. I am so not motivated to get a good grade on this test, because I’m three weeks from the end of this nightmare and at this particular moment in time I no longer give a damn about finishing it well, and I’m also tired and cranky and feel cheated out of my weekend and time with BF and have 800 chores to do and waaaaaaaaaaaah. (And I spent about 15 minutes trying to find audio of Lucille Ball saying “waah” so I could link to it, and failed.)

So, Boo. Not that any of the weekends in 2010 have been terribly satisfying, but this one ranks a distinct and paralyzing Boooooo.