Sometimes I am a fan of busy weekends; sometimes I am not. This weekend, I really should have been unbusy so that I could get school work done. However, I have a hard time saying no. Case in point: I was invited to four events Friday night and I ran around so that I made it to three of them; none of them included school work. (On Saturday, I only managed to show up at two of the three possible calendar items; it's more difficult when they're not all in the same city.)

Friday morning, I arrived at work a little early with the hopes of running to the gym before the evening's activities got rolling. However, I really, really like our marketing department; especially after I tell them we can fix it first thing Monday morning (to avoid an emergency release late on a Friday) and instead of accepting this, they call the CIO. CIO comes tromping over to find myself and another in my group to inform us we better get this taken care of; developer gets called in from running errands at 3:45 p.m. and I had the blessed opportunity of hanging around to release an emergency version of my application at 5:15 p.m. !!!!! So much for the gym.

So at this point of my story, you just want to know where the Misfits are, don't you? I'll jump ahead--skip over drinks at Red Butte and James's Madrigals concert (his biceps are twice the size of any of the other boys as they sang "I'm A Train" in overalls onstage)--now we're at the Ensign Stake Center for a multi-stake activity and a handful of the Toys are waiting for their turn to play Rock Band. Adam pointed out that this was a momentous occasion: probably the only time that Black Sabbath's "Paranoid" has been played in a Mormon church/cultural hall. I concur.

Eventually, we got our turn (they let me play the drums) and we rocked!! on medium. Guess what our band name was? Shoot, no. But it would have been cool to you and me if we'd been the Misfit Toys. Time to start my own band. We were the Nice Vaders and had the best looking lead vocalist... and the best looking drummer.

Or perhaps, Escaped the Island--that would have been a good band name, too. (Only 17 more days until my escape!! And yet sad, too. *weep)

After the rocking out, toys fell asleep at the Canadian's apartment. But that occurred after Alaska, "his friend from Zion," Adam, Canadia 1 and myself sang karaoke with the GameCube. What did we ever do before game systems? I have no memories prior to Q-Bert so I cannot answer my own question.

That was the portion of my weekend with the Toys (besides church, which didn't really have any out-of-the-ordinary occurrences like Adam bringing me Bawlz to stay awake, or a drawing contest between myself, Maren and Braden). Saturday was spent in Park City: swimming at Stein Ericksen Lodge, shopping for mirrors for my new place, jimmying my sunroof closed, taping my bumper back in place (I heart my car), then watching Nate and Steve hobble up and down stairs at Wasatch Brew Pub after they ran in the marathon that morning. It was a quality Saturday.

Good weekend. Now I've got to catch up on school work.