The Sunday Sermon

Not so much a sermon as I haven't had much time since Wednesday... mom came in for the weekend on Thursday afternoon and just left a few hours ago.

Thursday evening, we went to see Bob Seger at Cobo in Detroit. It was a Code Red on the mullet alert; and I have to say, I never thought I would bear witness to such a thing, but there was a grey-hair man (okay, there were LOTS of grey-haired men) with not only a mullet, but somehow combined in a combover. The show itself was good... Seger is a great performer... Uncle Kracker opened for him, Kid Rock made an appearance to do the song they recently recorded together, but for a guy who can rock, he is the epitome of hard core white rockers--rythymless off a musical instrument. I swear, he did a lot of double Sprinklers and generally white man dancing--and not even to the beat of his own music. Thank god he came into his 40 years ago, he'd never survive now if he had to break into the scene. Still, I couldn't help but laughing between bouts of being horrified.

Last night, mom and I went to see Music & Lyrics... I can't remember laughing so hard. Hugh Grant is priceless and nails the 80s hairband has been. The "video" of him with his 80s band at the beginning is well worth the price of admission. It's Wham! meets Flock of Seagulls... and even Grant can't seem to make it through without laughing at the ridiculousness of it. It's a fluffy romantic comedy that you totally expect from Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore, and quite light on the romantic, too, but it's there. The plot, eh, who needs one with one-liners like "I'll show you the roof; it's upstairs" and "That Debbie Gibson can sure take a punch" who needs a plot. Besides, Hugh Grant gets his now infamous hip thrust "dance" in at every chance--and if you can't enjoy a middle-aged Brit doing his best Elvis, then up your medication.

And the cats have also survived a weekend of company... just barely. Seems grandma is not to be trusted and must be watched, hidden from and otherwise all the ills of the mistreatment they receive here communicated at every chance. They are now all sprawled out over the living room, sleeping and recovering from I'm not sure what... having to inspect bags, I suppose. Well, I did vaccuum, and that always requires that they take a nap... it's exhausting for them, you know.

As for me, I'm going to finish getting the rest of my laundry together so when I return from the gym and grocery shopping, I can get that done and outta the way for another week. Otherwise, that's all I got for now.