Jen

Fixed it.

I just had to send a check out for Bill that was made out to “Fantasy Finishes.” Now, I’m pretty sure that it’s probably to some painter guy or something like that, but, when you see a check written out to a name like that, it makes you think what your boss is up to.

Ok, Friday night- Bora and I went to the P’s to color Easter eggs. Yes we are dorks, but it’s fun. Bora has been coming over and doing this with the fam since I meet her when we were 14. It’s tradition. Greg, who on occasion, shows up for these events, did not come. He was too busy gambling. (My mom fondly refers to Greg as Weird Greg, but that is another story for another time.) After the tradition was over, I went to Pat’s. He has this video/performance piece due before he goes on tour with Haymarket Riot. He is documenting their tour for Documentary class. Anyway, we did lots of running around, like getting instruments and Jordan. By one or so, they were ready to start filming. Then Jordan realized that he forgot his gels and we went back to his and Pat stayed in the studio. We stopped at White Hen, got some ice cream (The King CONE!) . . . The best part! So, there is this newspaper that says in big print on the cover: “Christ is Risen!” with a huge picture of Christ. Well, I thought this was some kind of Onion rip off- so, I read the title to Jordan…. Here’s kinda how it went.
Me: Jordan! Christ is risen!”
Jordan: Again?!
Does anyone find this funny?

Anyway, I dropped Jordan back off, went to Pat’s to watch TV and wait for them to be done so that I could pick them up, like a mom, and take them home. First I run into my friend, Frank, on the street- yes, by the Robert Taylor Homes (near where Pat lives) and at 2 in the morning. After catching up, I go inside. Eugene calls at 4ish, and wants to know whet we are doing. At 4:15, I get the call, pick them up and go to Eugene’s. By five we are dropping off Jordan and going to bed near 6:30 AM. We are up by maybe 11, I don’t know. Pat’s feeling sick and has to go to work, and I have to help Ken with a photo project. I’m completely exhausted.

So, by 5, I’m picking him up. We do more running around and finally settle back at his by 8 or so. I’m supposed to meet everyone at 9. Greg and Becky call and back down. BOO! Just kidding. While I’m waiting for Bora and Mike, and JoeP to call, Pat and decide that we are tired, so we decide to take a nap. I do not wake up until 11 the next day. I did not hear my phone ring once. I look at my phone in the morning: 15 missed calls. Yes, I am an asshole. I am so sorry for being retarded. I know I worried Bora sick too. So, I made as many apology calls in the morning before Easter festivities. I did not take any calls on my phone either on Sunday. The battery was close to dead, so I turned it off and only checked it every so often. Once again, I’m sorry I suck.